Wb&S (feat. Fashawn)

(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



Credits
Writer(s): Dominick Lamb, Elliot Mcdaniel, Santiago Leyva
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