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Pitch Black |
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Realize it's all real |
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Who wanna fuck with this? |
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Realize it's all real |
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Pitch Black, all my real niggaz |
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Underground past the pavement |
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We be wildin' on the corner... |
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We rep the hardest |
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[Verse 1] |
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1970, I was sent through a heavenly |
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Spirit and I've been dead-e-ly |
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As far back as my memory |
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Can record the power of God was sent to me |
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They gon have to mention me among the best eventually |
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Pitch Black's the group of the century |
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I ain't tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary |
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When the smoke screens fade, the charade's played |
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Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real |
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Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed |
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Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down |
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No doubt you dont know what it's about |
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You think you spitting game but the game spit you out |
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So you ain't innovating you're regurgitating |
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Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan |
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I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard |
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Your arms are too short to box with God |
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And it's all real |
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[Chorus (Scratched)] |
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Pitch Black, all my real niggaz |
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Underground past the pavement |
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We be wildin' on the corner freestylin' |
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It's a fact that I'm dope |
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Realize it's all real |
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Pitch Black, all my real niggaz |
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Underground past the pavement |
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We be wildin' on the corner... |
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We rep the hardest |
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Realize it's... |
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[Verse 2] |
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Weed grammar, coke manners, dope slander, hold hammers |
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Don't provoke the hand that'll choke your man up yo |
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Grinding for hours cause hope is for cowards |
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Trying to make more dough than flour |
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Foes notice the power |
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Competition and opposition get knocked out of position |
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We living like we ain't got a pot to piss in |
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'Nuff flows to touch souls |
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Too tough to fold, too hot to hold, stop, pop, and go |
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This our pie to go, our time to roll |
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Out of the cold, into our zone, leave us alone, yo |
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The difference between winning and losing is picking and choosing |
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Your enemies, your friends to be, and who your crew is |
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Let's get it together no matter the weather |
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Fuck haters nothing can break us as long as we makin this chedder |
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We ballin' like Lakers, we movers and shakers |
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No one can do it how we do it, showing and proving |
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My crew's the greatest |
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[Chorus] |
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It's all real |
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Pitch Black, all my real niggaz |
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Underground past the pavement |
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We be wildin' on the corner freestylin' |
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It's a fact that I'm dope |
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Realize it's all real |
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Pitch Black, all my real niggaz |
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Underground past the pavement |
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We be wildin' on the corner... |
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We rep the hardest |
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Realize it's... |
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[Verse 3] |
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Hey yo, with every step I take I move to build |
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I'm a quarter through life and I've yet to fullfill my will |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm my own worst enemy |
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I make things harder when it's really elementary |
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I've got soul in my heart and dirt on my hands |
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'Dro in my pants, love for my mans and love for these grams |
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Got fam to feed and laws to lay |
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Guns to spray, blocks of hate, and workers to pay |
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Dog I never burn a bridge unless I never wanna cross it |
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I'm really a cool nigga so these hands don't force 'em |
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I love this rap shit just bend the tracks I'm awesome |
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Love to toss bitches and fantasize of foursomes |
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I say what I mean, and mean what I say |
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Fast and D.G., repping for B.K |
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We do this the Pitch Black way |
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Today's the tomorrow that you should've feared yesterday |
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And it's all real |
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[Chorus until end] |
