The Notorious from Black William by Abdullah X

Dark city street, lone street light
Yellow vibes in the concrete jungle
Where the sharks swim
And the big dogs chase pussy catnip
Tarzan getting robbed with banana clips on some ape shit
Monkey flip a nigga if he’s gawking,
I don’t like stares, either dap me or leave me, very often
I’m on the edge, might bust in bed or catch a case
Depends on the weather and the time of day
Sunrise, it’s time to pray, put God first
Say blessings when you eat because the devils thirst
I write scripture, burn careers, take pleas
In that order, have no fear when they speak
I don’t come to the save the game,
I come to burn it
Hit restart, let it replay, we have a verdict
We done been off course too long
And yall rap kings need a beheading, and I’m all too happy to serve it

Burn the game down, burn the game down (whoa)
Burn the game down, burn the game down (whoa)
Burn it all down, let it fall down (whoa)
Bring it all down, let it fall now (whoa)

Tell me what yall boys know about anything boy
To me, it seems y’all don’t know much of anything, boy
If I know anything, it’s just that
And I outrap anything you can think, boy
All in favor? Scream
All who deny? Die
Can’t even take y’all vote serious,
Could give a fuck about your top 5
Niggas huffing arsenic and injecting lead these days
But can’t write for shit or have a flow or a thought
Or it’s just a means to an end
I like money too, my nigga, do what you must
But when it comes to us, I need checks and respect
And trust, Imma get it by any means,
Raw, rough, and rugged
DMX growl, MF DOOM pen running
I write in they spirit, you know my bars come from heaven
And that’s why I fly beneath the Lord
And above the reverend
And don’t ever forget I said it, ah

Burn the game down, burn the game down (whoa)
Burn the game down, burn the game down (whoa)
Burn it all down, let it fall down (whoa)
Bring it all down, let it fall now (whoa)

Who Black Will? Who Black Will?
Who really black we on tracks like this
Show these niggas how to shoot to kill
A deranged man, fed bs,
Now I talk shit with razor tongue violence

Black William is what you get
When Shakespeare ain’t here
And niggas need penance, penning
Penalties, issa foul play all in the fields
Uncle Toms in office finna get us all killed

Y’all don’t see the smoke over the hill?
In the mountains, earth, wind and fire
Bring September feels
In the middle of winter, keep it 80 on the temp still
Might burn hotter when I write, chill

Black Billy last real one left,
Not a gangster but a killer
And the gun is this SM7
Automatic, 48V static put pressure
On a nigga’s speaker’s, blow out like a bitch back when I’m spazzing now

• Electronic
• House Jazz
• chill house jazz
• electronic jazz
• genre-blending
• nu-jazz
• Houston