Black Belt Thesis
Yo, canopy, on top of trees
Falcon, that's Maltese
Always bag the greens myself like an Aldi's
All these bitches love me it's exhausting
Float like helium balloons or a wasp wing
Notes type premium, signed, sealed, delivered
I was in and out the city both sides of the river
How you figure I ain't dope, might be the dopest nigga living
My Nikes need speed, left lane, side missions
Fly precision nigga, similar to Kawasaki pistons
My division paint scenes like Jodorowsky visions
With a pen I could flip a figment to a photo
Ten miles, uphill both ways, moose logo
Hundred miles in the sand, used to have a band
Back when, counting dividends up in South Bend
Bounced in then I bounced out
I kept the rhymes under the floor just like a safe house
My underground base now
Yo, this is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
This is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
My name's sunny, I'm the minister of culture
Y'all cool with bird talk, while I'm aiming at the vultures
Talking from the sidelines, I'm marching with the soldiers
We strike like the cobras till its right or its over
My light super nova, mix the base with baking soda
Bout to take u higher cuz they tryna take us lower
Three fifths what they said that we was nigga hold up
RIP richard Pryor, I'm about to blow up
Real shit I don't ask them repent, just what they owe us
And fuck the police, we reversing every quota
Every time I roll up, they gone love the aroma
Some niggas sleeping like they in love with the coma
We still wake em up, gotta take it up
Making space for us, so honestly, I can't hear your problem till I bake enough
I break a zip down and split it with the set
I'm a rebel with a cause dawg, as quiet as it is kept
Yo, this is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
This is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
Falcon, that's Maltese
Always bag the greens myself like an Aldi's
All these bitches love me it's exhausting
Float like helium balloons or a wasp wing
Notes type premium, signed, sealed, delivered
I was in and out the city both sides of the river
How you figure I ain't dope, might be the dopest nigga living
My Nikes need speed, left lane, side missions
Fly precision nigga, similar to Kawasaki pistons
My division paint scenes like Jodorowsky visions
With a pen I could flip a figment to a photo
Ten miles, uphill both ways, moose logo
Hundred miles in the sand, used to have a band
Back when, counting dividends up in South Bend
Bounced in then I bounced out
I kept the rhymes under the floor just like a safe house
My underground base now
Yo, this is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
This is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
My name's sunny, I'm the minister of culture
Y'all cool with bird talk, while I'm aiming at the vultures
Talking from the sidelines, I'm marching with the soldiers
We strike like the cobras till its right or its over
My light super nova, mix the base with baking soda
Bout to take u higher cuz they tryna take us lower
Three fifths what they said that we was nigga hold up
RIP richard Pryor, I'm about to blow up
Real shit I don't ask them repent, just what they owe us
And fuck the police, we reversing every quota
Every time I roll up, they gone love the aroma
Some niggas sleeping like they in love with the coma
We still wake em up, gotta take it up
Making space for us, so honestly, I can't hear your problem till I bake enough
I break a zip down and split it with the set
I'm a rebel with a cause dawg, as quiet as it is kept
Yo, this is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
This is what I'm rapping bout
My main focus is a Black nation in the South
Forty acres divvied out
I could've took a different route
But I ain't like the way the map looked
I'm tryna stack books, raps written down
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Writer(s): Kurtis Kelley
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