album cover
Blvck
album cover
Blvck was released on February 2, 2024 by 604 Records as a part of the album Blvck - Single
February 2, 2024
Label604 Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM120
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I said,
 Came for the money bags
 Stayed for the pussy
 Gangrene from the bullet wounds
 Blood from my bully
 Bulletproof black windows on a black Cadillac Black leather
 Black gloves
 Black metal
 Black mask
 Back back, in this bitch
 With a bag of new tricks
 New Kids On The Block,
 Boy, bands comin’ in
 Bands come in all colours now
 Worldwide poppin’
 Sideways non stoppin’
 When the reaper come knockin’
 Like
 “Bang bang bang bang”
 Tell him I ain’t home
 And I ain’t never plan to answer it
 We been going ape
 And staying loaded with banana clips
 Wish a dummy would
 And watch us turn em’ into mannequins
 Pulled up to the disco
 Watched the people started panicking
 All we ever wanted was a shot at being heard Instead of being shot at
 By the local news and all the camera man
 All we ever needed was each other for the come up While our stomach always
starving’
 While we looking for some answers and
 Trying to get
 Any leg 
 Up on anybody trying to come and body us
 Before we even get a chance to benefit
 Oedipus Oedipus !
 Mother fucker, really had no clue with who he messing’ with Runnin’ amok and
movin through zombies who dead already They label us all as radicals, animals
with machetes 
 But we don’t move with no weapons The blade is my mother tongue
 And the only language I’m speakin When piggies is runnin’ up **choking
sound** 
 Till the day they take away my sacred shining! Shut it down
 Burn it all
 They got’ find out in time and... 
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Till the day they take away my sacred shining! Shut it down 
 Burn it all
 They got’ find out in time and... Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at? 
 What the fuck is this scene
 Need a starter machine to start it up
 ‘Cus the spark is so gleam
 The Martin the king
 The Xs, our art in the scene
 But art is not seen
 Reflections are far in between
 One verse
 Swarm the elites
 Pardon the scheme
 It's part of a larger belief
 I feel like harden
 Hard in the knees
 As he targets a 3
 You think its foul
 ‘Til you up in the seats
 Don't claim to be a poet
 Feel like Fela Kuti with the handpicked explosive Feel like Femi Kuti with
the gangrene component Bout to blow the building, fuck up the ceiling
 I’m Grace Jones with an A bomb
 Running up the fuckin statefarm
 Now bitches better stay calm
 Ray Charles with an 8 ball
 Shooting up your fucking pay wall
 One shot to filet yall 
 Till the day they take away my sacred shining! Shut it down
 Burn it all
 They got’ find out in time and... 
 Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at? Where
the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck
you at? 
 Where the fuck you at?
 Till the day they take away my sacred shining! Shut it down
 Burn it all
 They got’ find out in time and...
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at?
 Where the fuck you at? 
Written by: Ashanti Mutinta, Rob Benvegnu, Shan Vincent De Paul
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