BLACK PLEASURE

Lyrics for BLACK PLEASURE

Ch-ch-check, check-ch-check Everybody to the front, everybody to the front To the front, to the front, to the front, to the front I see you over there Yeah move in over here, over there, over there (Check!) Yeah, check You are now in tune, to the last man at the ceremony (Man plays the horn) Yo Yeah, recapturing the mind, revisions of the crime You totе a tightrope, you chokin' on the brine This a blacknеss, a black blackness Before black was a blackness you sold on the map Farewell, fairytale, shell-casing a fact It was this when you got it, when its ours it was that Send reminders like an old friend that left him in the past like Flash I don't know him, we rumble again Cellphone entertainers, you tick the sick fix Of rappers and street singers all up in the mix Every year it's a new year, dead autographs We mapped the Mars frontier, take me away To a blackness still like the darkness of space To a nothing is forever separated from hate Two D's in the front yard, the shorty popped off From niggas stressin' her too hard This life is a mess What I've seen from my porch while I'm clearing my head Ashtray full of dreams ever great but they dead Black pleasure was the blueprint, these niggas still rip for likes Nickels and two cents, to who do you miss Role call to the OGs, the H&M was packed with God the greens R.I.P ODB Meltdown the trophy to a COD That was good as you made it, please don't kill me Jit home to my peace, all alone, I was a king The cream rolled off, it was stiff Down south, niggas whipping up the wock with a sift Get your mind realigned to the planets, they shift, nigga Yo, just fixate on that (One, one, one, one, one, one, one) Yo, when you say my name, recognize I'm a fixture (Real time, hear it in real time) Never to be cropped out the image of the picture (Two, two, two, two, shift) Yo this is real time, live in full effect, you are now in tune (You are now in tune in town) Yo, let me talk my shit Yo This ain't no cloud-vape-pop, what you thought it was This the hypnotic, this the exotic Behind closed doors, shit was getting erotic The bounce-backers swap the hands of the crumb snatchers Two sparks on a play, that's a good omen Seven hours of the day, I was just flowing out of my mind Broken hands on the clock so we battle with time Do the most, my nigga You couldn't go on as strangers living together (Fresh) It seemed to get nowhere (One) Always battling each other You and me in two different worlds Can't you see what it's done to me?