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Elliot McDaniel
Elliot McDaniel
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Dominick Lamb
Dominick Lamb
Performer
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
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Elliot McDaniel
Elliot McDaniel
Songwriter
Dominick Lamb
Dominick Lamb
Songwriter
Santiago Leyva
Santiago Leyva
Songwriter

Lyrics

(It's Capital, baby... it's only gon get better) We was banging like an African drum In the back of the slums My skin black as my lungs Member when rappin was fun We was trappin for funds Same corners where the savages slung A wild pack on the hunt Loud-packin, trunk bogard This shit from the jump hardly flinch when it dunk Parliament wit the funk, Garvey-ite wit a gun, yeah It's black magic in the ozone So immaculate they gon try and clone my chromosomes Worldwide made my area known Like them diamonds did Sierra Leone Y'all shoulda left him alone While I'm at it, make the chariot chrome A 24-karat gold and embedded with stones Watching Sankofa on my man's sofa In some tan loafers Studying heritage and tryna overstand the culture Before the planet blow up I gotta pray everyday- hand to hand with the vultures Ya man focused... dig? The passion passed down by bout five wise fathers, divine mamas The only O-D'n is Our Dollars and Our Daughters Serial t-crossers and ultimate i-dotters Couldn't see me even wit multiple eye doctors Each line my pen ultimate, but never second to last Each song slap—sound like multiple fly swatters The question that always remain wit us is why not us Knowing exactly who we are is our solace I walk for blocks on all the shoulders that I'm standing on Most time you stand alone they see you planning on Tanning the tone Everybody's fingerprint is they own monopoly Fordjour told me not to quit and you land on a throne It makes sense since we descendants of sovereignty Who cops shoot for brandishing a piece when you answer the phone Lotta same policy as when they was colony I promise the progeny prodigy, it ain't no probably Prolly catapulted in '88 wit My Philosophy I brew premium gloss paint, can't out-polish me But the thing is it wasn't always something that I could see Sylla Psy Selek, the spectacular version Attracting cash disbursements that cast aspersions on caste Like a fast-working cardiovascular surgeon McDaniel El on his Daniel Hale That's McDaniel hell can you tell God has to be lurking Like it's Sunday right after the sermon (Oh Lord) I'd rather glow where they say you can't go Told me to aim low, they ain't want me to know That we black and superb Tried to bury me but I'm black and su- (Mm hmm) Obliterate your benchmark I'm black and su- (Yeah) Might start beneath the bottom but I'm black and superb Coulda stopped at ya ceiling but I'm black and superb Sometimes you need to talk about how you black and superb Sometimes I be the only one but I'm black and superb You might not ever seen the light but I'm black and superb You might never seen the likes, this is black and superb Cuz really this ain't nothing new bitch, we black and superb And there is nothing you can do bitch, I'm black and superb Very aware of my lineage I'm black and superb Your nature's exploitative but I'm black and superb You thought that I would bite the bait but I'm black and superb But the proof is only for me that I'm black and superb You aint e'en want me to know that we black and superb BoomBlack NottzRaw
Writer(s): Dominick Lamb, Elliot Mcdaniel, Santiago Leyva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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