| Song | Pieces of A (Black) Man |
| Artist | AZ |
| Album | Pieces Of A Man |
| 作曲 : Barnes, Cruz, Olivier | |
| CHORUS: [AZ] | |
| Pieces of a black man (uh huh) | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo) | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin') | |
| Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo (yeah) | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin') | |
| Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| Yo when times get trifle | |
| I'm subjected to street survival | |
| See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles | |
| Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me | |
| Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies | |
| My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie | |
| Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah) | |
| I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels | |
| A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh) | |
| You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools | |
| Solitude certifies all moves | |
| So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah) | |
| Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo) | |
| It's poison plays in these foul days | |
| Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze | |
| Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain | |
| Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change | |
| CHORUS: [AZ] | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo) | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah) | |
| Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis | |
| Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh) | |
| It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed | |
| My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh) | |
| She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest | |
| To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets | |
| I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah) | |
| & though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat | |
| Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed | |
| Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started | |
| The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres | |
| The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days | |
| & though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still | |
| All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville | |
| I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head | |
| Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead | |
| CHORUS: [AZ] | |
| Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh) | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What) | |
| Some servin' state bids 'cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon) | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo | |
| Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| I played all positions, plus learned from each mission | |
| Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction | |
| I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up | |
| Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up | |
| But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by | |
| Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry | |
| So play the game, other slow up change the lane | |
| Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain | |
| It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures | |
| They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures | |
| Interogatin', locatin', destination' | |
| Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin' | |
| It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin' | |
| Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin' | |
| So burn your clips | |
| And sit back, learn your shit | |
| The last of these real reps left turned legit | |
| CHORUS: [AZ] | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land | |
| it's like taboo (taboo) | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin') | |
| Some servin' state bids (what, what) 'cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man (black man) | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel) | |
| it's like taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| (buck, buck, buck, buck) | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo | |
| (taboo baby) | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| Some servin' state bids 'cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man |
| zuò qǔ : Barnes, Cruz, Olivier | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| Pieces of a black man uh huh | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it' s like taboo taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines Bustin' | |
| Some servin' state bids, ' cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel yeah trapped on savage land it' s like taboo yeah | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines Bustin' | |
| Some servin' state bids, ' cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| Yo when times get trifle | |
| I' m subjected to street survival | |
| See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles | |
| Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me | |
| Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies | |
| My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie | |
| Police know me, but ain' t got enough to hold me yeah | |
| I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels | |
| A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school uh huh | |
| You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools | |
| Solitude certifies all moves | |
| So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. Yeah | |
| Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past Yo | |
| It' s poison plays in these foul days | |
| Housin' cops they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze | |
| Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain | |
| Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game' ll never change | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it' s like taboo taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines Yeah | |
| Some servin' state bids, ' cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis | |
| Poor images, project life drained my innocence Uh huh | |
| It' s all the worst genocide, I guess the water' s cursed | |
| My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church uh huh | |
| She prayed for peace, hopin' I' m saved before she lay deciest | |
| To say the least, the warden' s to wise to play the streets | |
| I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope yeah | |
| though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat | |
| Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed | |
| Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started | |
| The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce tres | |
| The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth days | |
| though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I' m down still | |
| All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville | |
| I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head | |
| Eyes red, it' s Doe Or Die till I' m dead | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| Pieces of a black man black, uh huh | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it' s like taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines What | |
| Some servin' state bids ' cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man yeah, travelin' C' mon | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it' s like taboo | |
| Stuck in time buck, buck so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| Some servin' state bids, ' cause they hustle blind | |
| AZ: | |
| I played all positions, plus learned from each mission | |
| Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction | |
| I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up | |
| Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up | |
| But time flyin', playin' these corners' ll let it slide by | |
| Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry | |
| So play the game, other slow up change the lane | |
| Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain | |
| It' s a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures | |
| They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures | |
| Interogatin', locatin', destination' | |
| Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin' | |
| It' s on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin' | |
| Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin' | |
| So burn your clips | |
| And sit back, learn your shit | |
| The last of these real reps left turned legit | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel yeah, trapped on savage land | |
| it' s like taboo taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines bustin' | |
| Some servin' state bids what, what ' cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man black man | |
| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land thoughts travel | |
| it' s like taboo | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| buck, buck, buck, buck | |
| Pieces of a black man | |
| My thoughts travel travel trapped on savage land, it' s like taboo | |
| taboo baby | |
| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines | |
| Some servin' state bids ' cause they hustle blind | |
| Pieces of a black man |