Mick Jenkins – Black Sheep Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young Mozart with more keys
Black sheep with a gang of wolves before me, they think we homies
But keep hearts and shoulders colder than Loki
I be no Thor, just bring ’em more of this halitosis
Got everybody asking, “Is it hot in here?”
I ain’t no polka dot man, I ain’t trying to find no spot in here
I ain’t no guinea pig
Just know that he drop hot lines that’s all in my lineage
The process is linen the wrinkles definitive
So what all the hate for? Her premise is primitive
Her promise is tentative, better pay attention
So polish the penmanship, I been late to mention the fact that it’s free
This is for all the niggas bastard as me
Food for your soul, Harold’s chicken, Statik Selektah battered the beat
Assault and battery on your mind, can’t you see how this world be?
It won’t be to long before you need a battery pack, but I’m better than that
A freshman on varsity nigga where yo Letterman at?
Ginger ale on the rocks where yo gentleman at?

[Bridge]
Boy, my pinky in the air
I just crush a lot, I ain’t never been a player
Niggas throwing shade, they could holla at me later
You might catch a fade, give a f**k about a—FADER

[Verse 2]
And I do it for the love
Praying that my peoples get to see the one above show me love
And know that I’m speaking the truth, I never had no problem being transparent
Remember I was younger wishing that I had my friends’ parents
Back when they lied to us better, I’m on this water now
Funny how these other niggas thirsty but they watered down
They oughta drown, watching niggas run for the boat when the rain drops
How many lies can you tell yourself before the pain stops?
Out here harvesting the same crop
Woe is me
I’m out here sowing seeds, blowing trees, writing all this poetry
Every freaking night peep the Jodeci
‘Till the people quoting me
Or at least peep the potency
And profess a nigga artistry openly
Black sheep, but I know you see the GOAT in me

[Outro]
Clark: What do you think can be done to change, to use your term, the moral fiber of America?

Baldwin: I think that one has got to find some way of putting the present administration of this country on the spot. One has got to force, somehow, from Washington, a moral commitment, not to the Negro people, but to the life of this country. It doesn’t matter any longer– and I’m speaking for myself, for Jimmy Baldwin, and I think I’m speaking for a great many other Negroes too– it doesn’t matter any longer what you do to me. You can put me in jail, you can kill me; by the time I was 17, you’d done everything that you could do to me. The problem now is: how are you going to save yourselves?

[Produced by Statik Selektah]

Childish Gambino – Algorythm Lyrics

[Preacher: Childish Gambino]
As we stand together
Promise me
That we’ll teach the children
That we must be free
There is no joy in sorrow
No truth untold
And the cruel above us
Are tired and old

Mother infinity
Why do you go, away from me?

Do you see me?

A voice keeps on telling me
That we’ve got to be
That we have to be
Free

[Verse: Childish Gambino]
Super computer status
Walking alone in the street
Everyone is an addict
Know what its gonna be
[?] the motivation
Constant communication
Everyone wanna get chose like Moses
Came up from the earth smelling like roses
Talkin’ the new edition, [?] too efficient
Man that’s a guinea pig, I did it with no permission
I told him to call a friend
Told him they didn’t listen
To very scary, to
Zero or one? That code is like, [?]
Not black and white
[?]
Who doesn’t understand? [?]You were supposed to survive
You know we gon’ die
[?]

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that’s gonna make you move and groove
(Please don’t lose that tempo) Algorythm
([?] how hard they say so) Algorythm

[Verse: Childish Gambino]
If you feelin’ this shit, I wanna hear you say “Hell yeah”
If you feelin’ this shit, wanna hear you say “Hell yeah”

[Verse: Toronto performance]
We still ballin’ we still movin’
We got a million and a half and we still [?]
Everybody sayin’ that we don’t got enough
[When] we talk about all of that crazy stuff

The internet, the media, the information, we killin’ ’em
One-by-one, two-by-two, get dragged by [?]
Nobody can tell you what to do
Nobody can tell you what to say
And everybody knows that we’re only going one way
And we gon say

[Verse: Atlanta Performance]
Everybody wanna feel the same way
But everybody wanna do the same thing
And if you talkin’ that real bullshit, then you might as well buy that golden ring

Too many lovers
Too many colors
Too many different
Too many sinners
I got to get it
But everybody tryna listen to the same one
And everybody buys the same gun
And everybody gonna make you feel like you don’t need to act like
You don’t have, but you do
And this the real shit that we gon’ do with this

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that’s gonna make you move and groove
(Please don’t lose that tempo) Algorythm
([?] how hard they say so) Algorythm

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that’s gonna make you move and groove
Algorythm, Algorythm

[Instrumental, Preacher]

CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart