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• Artiste: Apollo Brown
• Titre: Blacklight
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The mission is always to win Always a corner to bend Joint smoke all in the wind It's always love when you start then the hate starts to begin' Niggas ain't always your friend Ain't it funny how they love to pretend? When they take they mask off, the truth revealed in the end Can't hide behind what you hide inside That blacklight gon' show everything you hide behind They never show love they rather throw subs Never admit that they sorry, they rather hold a grudge Not sorry like they apologetic but sorry 'cause they pathetic, these niggas never give credit I set bars like baristas With stone thrown in a hole then rolls like it's easter Astaghfirullah to my teacher Blasphemist to many but resurrect when the beat up You got a problem, we can meet up I point and they move then I lay back, kick my feet up That's boss shit to a workin' man Blood, sweat and tears, a lot of years for this workin' plan This show ain't over, don't pull them curtains, fam Left Maybach and got a Maybach with the curtains, fam I ride private, private island, private jets I used to stand at Western Union, now I'm signin' checks The mission is always to win Always a corner to bend Joint smoke all in the wind It's always love when you start then the hate starts to begin' Niggas ain't always your friend Ain't it funny how they love to pretend? When they take they mask off, the truth revealed in the end Can't hide behind what you hide inside That blacklight gon' show everything you hide behind Let's illuminate the dark mind Every word I speak is like rays from the sunshine I was born in the [?] but I was raised on the queue line Exposed to the truth, listen close and kept a open mind The knowledge I find wasn't in no book or in no classroom I was in the streets, dark Caesar and a Half Moon Crescent stars and Sevens, hope we all make it to heaven The devil on my shoulder, neck and back, I feel the pressure KelTec on my dresser right next to my rhyme book and the prophet Mohamed lectures My mind half Abraham, half Hannibal Lecter's We fightin' the system and diseases, hope that God protect us And they wanna talk about me reckless Worry 'bout my whereabouts and what I had for breakfast I put my soul in 3 letters and wear it on my necklace And do whatever I have to do make sure its protected The mission is always to win Always a corner to bend Joint smoke all in the wind It's always love when you start then the hate starts to begin' Niggas ain't always your friend Ain't it funny how they love to pretend? When they take they mask off, the truth revealed in the end Can't hide behind what you hide inside That blacklight gon' show everything you hide behind