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Track 2 of 80's Baby: White Privilege Mixtape by Patrick Baitman
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Heavens Devils
And I see,
dark nights with no Batman
And I see,
Man sparked white in the bathroom
And I see,
Man wear mask like its fashion
In my dreams,
My dogs buying up mansions
And I see,
dark nights with no Batman
And I see,
Man wear mask like its fashion
In my dreams,
My dogs buying up mansions
Till then we chill in a block,
With a nice name, like something gardens,
Like there is a garden where there ain't
Technically there is,
Couple grow ups, means there's something for the kids,
To run up and take, get a cut of that cake.
Bit of that cream, so they can butter that bread.
Ain't gotta chat to a chick, you can fuck her instead.
HDC we keep it gutter to death.
While the small fry's spit tale, bout fish scale,
I gut em and sex
Round my neck, keep a couple of heads
Yes Yes P, dropped a little Lizzie on the beat,
To protect me from the meddling G's,
Wanna fuck me already, got a semi,
Already see the devil in me,
I don't think so,
Get ya nose kimbowed
Leave your kinfolk lost
In limbo, a lot of limbs blown off
A lot of things go off,
In the dead of the night,
In my head, when i write
bout seven to five
That's why I testify
But I will never ever snitch on grind.
Cos they holding onto that paper,
Like we're holding onto that vapour
Til the jury goes,
And we got the doe,
We'll be on this shit,
Like its all we know
And I see,
dark nights with no Batman
And I see,
Man sparked out in the bathroom
And I see,
Man wear mask like its fashion
In my dreams,
My dogs buying up mansions
And I see,
dark nights with no Batman
And I see,
Man wear mask like its fashion
In my dreams,
My dogs buying up mansions
That's why I like crow,
Still I'm livin in the twilight zone,
Still I'm sippin on the styrofoam,
Don't wanna feel fear in my mind no more,
Don't wanna hear them cry no more,
White girl spillin on the Lino floor,
We trapped like the Minotaur.
Fuck rap, spent my life on tour,
Ain't tryna fuck yats,
leave vaginas sore,
Just your sinus boy.
and just to find us boys
u'll have to go I deep where justice is a kind of toy,
And we play with them drugs,
Trust those judges don't play when its drugs,
Yet their playing with us.
Saying we're thugs.
As long as theirs rays from the sun,
We'll never get played for our funds.
Name ain't, acid shit it stays on the tongue,
In my heart, hatred for none.
But don't get it twisted, devil and creator is one,
I'm tryna level out the game for my son.
Lift my bredder out from making the crumbs,
Lift the metal up, aim it and dump
Blow a Z of the haze when I'm done,
Blow the head off these brey's lika a uh.
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