Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Beans, artist - Choosey & ExileAlbum song Black Beans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Black Beans |
I am everything, and I am anything |
I am the ying, the yang, the alpha, the omega |
I am the oppressed, and the reparations Afro que nada |
I am black and brown and the nation of 'Islam and Isl’am at the same f***in time |
Let’s talk about the under-represented mis-educated mixed folk that make |
something like me |
I just want you to see that we know how to breathe |
Darlin' baby |
Yeah, look |
What you admirin' been provided by the school of enlightenment Mayan pyramids, |
and |
I’m-a mix the enchiladas and fried chicken |
Dashikis and Pendleton’s penitentiary penmanship |
Hieroglyphics written on the side of bridges |
Crips and cryptic so the pigs miss it |
On the fence written for you on the fence niggas |
Stereo tight fittin' why you get offended niggas |
Big lips don’t forget about the size my dick is |
Tongue slick like chicano veteranos givin' kids wisdom |
Star stickies till they hardly bended |
Put a part up in my wig when you finish clippin' |
Coca cola bottle resemblin' women cookin' caldo in the kitchen |
In the same pot my moms cooked the grits in, chillin' |
This is the sound of three flowers in the nappy heads of mixed children, nigga |
All the search for somethin' to eat |
We’ll make it work by any means |
Well I put tune to this feat |
Black beans |
All the search for somethin' to eat |
We’ll make it work by any means |
Well I put tune to this feat |
Black beans |
Hallelujah papa took the |
My pop was a writer my mama never knew it |
Your little hustle probably it |
My mama was a gospel music connoisseur |
Pops played the oldies so it’s only right I do this |
Simply I’m a product of uncommon reproducin' |
Blacks and Mexicanos wasn’t really on no cool shit |
It’s probably why I see all obstacles and don’t get moved a bit |
Seen it all at 18 with a bullet |
80s baby out the womb with a full clip |
Pity the fool talkin' guns for the cool of it |
Cops on the loose killin' teens, who do you defend? |
The system been overdue for a crucial fix |
Rebuke Lucifer, kneel and kiss the crucifix |
Start a movement that will spark a revolution |
Before you do you better love the skin you maneuver in |
All the search for somethin' to eat |
We’ll make it work by any means |
Well I put tune to this feat |
Black beans |
All the search for somethin' to eat |
We’ll make it work by any means |
Well I put tune to this feat |
Black beans |
All the search for somethin' to eat |
We’ll make it work by any means |
Well I put tune to this feat |
Black beans |
We are socibili in the flesh |
Attate in flower and song |
The drumbeat of the ancestors sounds inside of us |
Cosmic cultura marathoning through our veins |
We are altars dressed in stars and struggle |
Marigolds slow-dancing to the brevity of life |
These stories of survival we spit are sacred |
They travel upon the winds like copal |
This skin, these earth tone bodies we inscribe with ink are codices |
Temples decorated with origin stories and lessons learned |
These ranflas we roll slow and low are metaphors for resistance |
Audacious aesthetics for burning the status quo |
We are rasquachismo, race-ists, and familia |
The fire of warriors burns in our blood |
The strength of our mothers woven into our bones |
You cannot colonize that which refuses to surrender |
You cannot kill that which refuses to die |