BlackBolshevik CD (autographed/only existing copy)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Artwork by me, autographed copy of the only physical remnant of BlackBolshevik
Includes unlimited streaming of BlackBolshevik
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lyrics
I’m Tryna Sweet Chin Music Adrien Zenz
Hear my new shit better turn it up,
All on the blocks of the pigs and
The murderers, aye
Once a thief, always a burglar
Witness the horn of the land
In a tourniquet, aye
They keep sayin ima learn from it,
Don’t got no choice cause i
Never could run from it, aye
Stay in the crib for the summer,
And don’t provoke niggas that carry
A gun on em, aye
Breed of a God,
City of strife,
Hit with a left,
Pray he alright,
Fuck with the gang,
Earnin ya stripes,
Shit be deeper than a
Stereotype,
Death be hittin like a
Meteorite,
They be Chikatilo over property rights,
He was teethin when he
Caught em a body,
Breedin a killer like Grisha,
Got feds in my dms the profile
Dont got no picture,
Gun was too dirty so bro had to toss it,
But he be tossin in the bed cause
He miss her,
Got to attached to the killin,
He movin stupid like Z, Y, X, W
You better lay low,
Fight the order like Bobby Sands
But i’m movin like Bobby Johnson
With potatoes, uh
Felons during antebellum bedlam,
Fuck yo statue,
Stomped em out in front his bitch,
He beggin for a redo,
Left em in the ICU with scars
That you cant undo,
And we’ll come pull the plug
To make sure he don’t pull through,
Horses pull the wagon cross the street
From where you bank through,
They know that im gung ho
Ain’t gotta be no gumshoe,
A&Rs like, “Stop the politics”
And I’m like “fuck you”,
I can’t sell my soul cause
You can’t put price tag my uhuru