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Blackness
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blackness was released on June 2, 2025 by Munee as a part of the album Forefathers
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Release DateJune 2, 2025
LabelMunee
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Munee
Munee
Performer
Munachiso Eke
Munachiso Eke
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Munachiso Eke
Munachiso Eke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Munachiso Eke
Munachiso Eke
Engineer

Lyrics

Mama TC ma ass
Now am working out here
It's all classic out here
But she stressing out there
We need cheese, sell my chain
Take your shit buy my chain
Giving head, let the world cum
Been a hoe, it dnt change
We tussle
On man down
Nothings for nothing
Casualties in this reunion
Now we all init for some
I know the man on the Naira a Nigerian
I pass
To either get it or get on that
Get rich or die trying album
They know better than cut the umbilical code
Inspired truth
Been the muse
You the one in a costume
You know the shit that never go down the drain
A lil extra like em hoes in a good mode
Lil extra Oliver twist
Wait
Head above water movement
I understand when the ones you call family
Turn the space a competition
Ain't gat a circle
I'm in a dot
It's a rat race they calling gimmick
I dnt fit in Mutherfucker
Fuck your sound
Fuck your doubt straight up
The realest depth
Make your horse shit hit the fan
You ain't no saint
You's a snake
Yous a snake head on a fence
My killer instincts ego-twiching
Make a scene
Chop a puppet
Where am from dnt count for score
To em bitches fishing net
But
Peep game my niqqa
If all we seek is balance
Face your truth my niqqa
And when we do the Wo
I want in my niqqa
Coz Benjamin Franklin be contempt my niqqa
See the absence of the money
Make a niqqa lose they mind
Turn a slave
Plus tomorrow ain't no brother
With that said
Gimme some
Cut the chase
I do case
I go mobile
Got em checks
Blue diamonds
My niqqa It's going down
Shit
Let me live
Let me hurt
We all specimens of this world
Let me live
Let me love
We all victims of this world
Dreams of us
Living from
What's my name to say my name
Rising to punching bags
Taking steps
Making counter steps
I was in my feelings when the game called out
Am more prophecies than the end of time
Truth be told
Am broken ceramics
Born with a glove
Ain't gat shit except am octopus K.O
Throwing hands Freak
Munee for bagpack
I bring the unrest like a few gun
Across the street
Or like when circumstance replete
Probably guessing I chose wrong
Some of em hoping I run out of luck
They keeping taps but
Only if they knew
It wasn't dow
It ain't kush
Not for the bottles
Fuck a pill
Nickle for pussy
Not the bling
The incitement in my tone
Make a niqqa loose their mind
Turn a slave
Run a decade
Duck for cover or get shived
Mp3s in a vault
I see the game without a purpose
Theirs a dark cloud coverage
Make me wonder how we lived
Before the country turned replicas
The flow is dissimilar
Am megatron, demolish ya
They wasn't ready when I turn up like nubes
Turn the compressor on
Am minister_sinister finish ya
And if these women lay like murals
Probably sex on the wall
Back where am from
All the odd against a black man
Yet a black man kill a black man
Is a contest over pride or power for a black man damn
I place my bets
High stakes bra
Get in-tuned with this Blackness ****
Written by: Munachiso Eke
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