It's the twilight
You know the twilight
Cloud atlas
Don't need no practice
A true leader
I'm not an actress
The links are broken
So I clasp it
I serve better as a threat
Than when I show love
And respect
A rollie with the diamonds
On your neck
And you still can't see
What time it is
Flossing but it's
Blinding shit
Rather cut them off
Not take a hit
Now take a hit
The time is now
It belongs to thou
That thinketh now
That's bling blaow
(Blaow)
Yeah skip past the hate
It's loud
Skip past the hate
It's loud!
Skip past the hate It's loud
I do things for myself
No matter the accomplishment
My name is in your mouth
I am the fresh machine huh!
I'm just a vessel
Sent to assess you
Revive you
Reset you
Sit back and relax
Cause you're my star
And this the trek
Of your life to the max
This is facts
You been around
Since I laid my first shit
In wax
Long nights and long rides
With tax checks
Burgers without the fries
To Tiffany's and mack shit
Want to get you a black card
So you can max it
But I'm your black star
So you tax it
It's the twilight
You know the twilight
Cloud Atlas
Don't need no practice
A true leader
I'm not an actress
The roads are narrow
Blueprints sketchy
So I map it
Can you tax it
Measure up
Like a ruler's back print
Reputation exceeds itself
As unique as myself
Mad-hatter
Like the ass fatter
Stomach flatter
Cleavage
And maybe some titty
You know shorties
From the itty bitty titty committee
We spin past each other
In a round cage
Looking past
To come again
On the same page
A true playwright
I kill you on stage
And we start again
With love to avoid rage (avoid rage)
(Love to avoid rage)
It's the twilight
You know the twilight
Cloud atlas
Don't need no practice
A true leader
I'm not an actress
The ties were broken
So I masked it
Can you grasp it?
Then can you pass it?
We are living illusions
Of today's date
Breakout of anything
To be together
It's a strong state
Not easy to open up
So we find cage
And love harder
So that we can say
Hi hater, you made me greater
I do things now
To meet me later
She shine from God
There's no way to fade her
Those are mines
Not these hips sir
I am him hers
Black hipsters
With our red raspberry berets
Afros and braids
And a black aesthetic
Realist ever been made
Kindred spirits
And sisters every shade
Popping with lightness
Through all the shade
And in the likeness
True queens are made
And in the likeness
True means are laid
It's the twilight
You know the twilight
Cloud atlas
Don't need no practice
A true leader
I'm not an actress
That's how facts slip
That's when racks flip
That's how plaques grip
Watch how blacks win
That's how paths spin
That's when blacks win
Aye
Yeah!
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