your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope (Thanks to
Fordítás: In Black Attack. Kötél.
of your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope what it feels like at the end of your rope (Thanks
, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [ ROUND 1: Divine Styler ] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black
another black man was never the plot But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot They come like black stallions in the night
artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides Of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell In the dark black abyss, chase infinite kicks
the shelf, but shady is cute Shady knew shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (Ooo baby) Look at myself, Lets do the math if I was black
're black takes on C4 Then white could C4 I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power Like the ashy hand, he should wear only the rope flower
when he was rope skipping I got crazy when I heard the break beat I used to lose it on niggaz on 4th and Main Street They couldn't stop the attack once
bitch nigga I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we
kkk blacks on my side, whites on my side now it's time to play hang man, grab my rope, it's loose my black noose with the loop , my guns raising to
s that? who's there? or who is it? It's the M-A-C-K Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper The flow dope, the beats just blazin
? They siphonin' my spirit, man Got to attack Counter they blows with blocks In the name of all that is not wack Kick my motherfuckin system Into Auto-Rap White or black
I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I
and sing and everything, and of course that John could draw Well that was it for me, I never once looked back Tricks to learn, waves to catch, had a plan of attack
cutter When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes I'm dope on a rope
radar But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling For the D's keep folding Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb By the jet black blur Me, the Testarosa
stabbing, and manning and ramming Death room with black curtains Where his clothes once laid The roof kicked out and the rope tied to the rafters A
