2 Black 2 Strong

The brothers are back, they pay stacks to see 'em
Fuck it up worse than Eso in a wax museum

This plastic scene like Plasticine
You see the mould is old and the facts are being
That I rock shows like I had four clones
Eight microphones, and cuss so much it sounds like Morse Code
So fuck you and where your horse go
Cause once you see dorsal it's too late, that's ya torso
Call me the man that's too black with the plan that's too strong
Said authority keep stopping me then asking me to move on
That's calcuated, medicine is out of date and man that fuckin' love it

When you sound afraid but this is not that one
This my mothers black son, driving like I stole it
Blind-folded and eyes closed, wearing a pair of bifocals
And I'm still rockin', them black bodies still dropping

Still filling prisons, still filling coffins
A.B. Original
A.B. Original
A. (A) B. (B) Original
A. (A) B. (B) Original

It's the blackout, yeah, brothers in the area
Smart black man with a plan, nothing scarier
Now blackout, yeah, they still wanna
Kick the blacks out, yeah, I get the feeling

That I'm dead even though I'm still here walking

All said and done I can still hear talking

Now blackout, yeah, they still wanna
Kick the blacks out, yeah, they still wanna kick the

They could never do it better than this
And if they say that they did then terrorists win
It's the A.B. Orig-in-al they are

Bringing that dope shit even if they aren't
They wouldn't know rap if it jabbed their trap
And snapped their back (damn near put your face in your lap)
I'm like a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Watchin' your demise with a stoggie in a deckchair
[?] check the method, roll another blunt until a chest infection
Right up till it sounds like a dial-up internet connection
Get it like it's credit at the deli when you're hangin'
More raptours than John Hammond god damm it
Bring a famine to your food court in just one lunch
Till I'm happy as a pig: two girls, one cup
Brother run up and get rekt mate, Netflix and chill
Till I hit it with that Scott Disick Didick then I peel
Said it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't? It don't get more blacker than this
It don't, it don't, it don't
It don't? It don't get more blacker than this
These motherfuckers just never listen. It's like they never got flogged, they never got hidings. Where's your fuckin' dads at? Fuck is wrong with you?
It's the blackout, too black, too strong
Two wrongs made it right, been white too long
It's the blackout, it's everything that you fear
Tired of this shit, like I've had a good year
It's the blackout, like when Suge bailed Pac out
Like what you see before you tap out
It's the blackout, like you didn't see it coming
It's the blackout, like I'm here with my cousins
The atheist afraid couldn't handle the God (you scared?)
They handle the pipe and try to handle the nod
Was gonna dismantle your squad, the damage was done, you flopped
Somethin' like Kardashian socks: Rob
You can catch me at that pie cart
Maxing out my tab with Gina Rinehart (that's freighting)
I hit cha with that Andrew Bolt of lighting
Right inside your fuckin' comfort zone, choking from them undertones
You catered to the nature of the dumb and watched your bunda grow
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too black (too black)
Too strong (too strong)
Too strong (too strong)
Too strong (too strong)
Yo T, I went to the doctor and he checked my heart
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, he says that shit's not healthy
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, like they're not meant to be black
And I bet that it was black
Yeah, that's what I said
And I bet that it was
That's not right