black fist

i'm in the booth bruh

gimme

gimme five minutes

pump your black fist

pump your black fist

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pump your black fist

pump your black fist

pump your black fist

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these crackers got drones. they are flying their saucers

keep your white jesus

don't pray to your crosses

they are burning our churches

k.r.i.t. pass me the uzi

i know how to work it; i know how to squirt it

no martin

no luther

no king

no marching no choirs don't sing

the same christian lovers that raped our grandmothers and hung our grandfathers from trees

they are enemies!

blood on the leaves

blood on the streets

blood on our feet

i'm sick of walking

i'm sick of dogs getting sicced on us

i'm sick of barking

i'm sick of spitting written sentences listeners don't get

don't get

don't get

don't get!

because they got chains on their brains and that is not a diss

shout out to tit!

pump your black fist

pump your black fist

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i ain't african i'm ethiopian

put some royal seeds in her fallopian

you can hope i win or hope i lose

bitch long as we made it trill to hope again!

i hope i get into heaven

i hope we forgiven

i hope jesus far as i know look like ned the wino" when i see florida evans