“Mocha & Milk” is a perfect matc h like “black & white” people
~~~~~~~B lac k Wh it e Fl i rts* C”0m ~ ~~~~~~~~
The most s uccessful interra cial da t ing c lub. If you are still waiting for your sweet “milk” or “mocha”, don’t hesitate to check it !! Don’t let your babie s wait too lon g for you !!
(Common)
Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
news that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It’s time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother’s side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
but she’s free with political asylum in Cuba.
(Cee-Lo vocals)
I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
We’re molded from the same mud, Assata.
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
This is hip hop!
There’s so much bullshit out there where I feel like rappers are just struggling, fumbling around, pulling bullshit out of their asshole just to make their way to the chorus.
(I’m looking at you Rick Ross)
I also want to cosign Sicksiah.
Be and Finding Forever are two albums that you don’t even have to like rap in order to appreciate.
That’s why I respect Common and why people who talk shit about Common being washed up work me up so much.
These are words of brother
Achiever, leader of the globe
free the souls of those in need
I bleed the blood of the struggle
Walking over troubled puddles
the hustlers in my chest
no hustle, no progress
extremities of life in this process
the birth of a son, the death of another
with love I caress both Mothers
and told them, “Who’s in control is the one that’s above us”
I walk bread, money talks, and love stutters
body language of a nation going through changes
the young become dangerous
pain is mended in to anger
anger gets sent through the chamber
it’s tough when your own look like strangers
we are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
if you could have an early ____ rang us
look at the future, it’s hard not to blame us
we’re trying where the young die often
do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them?
is it what we’re talking? we really ain’t walking
huge hustlers faith, how much did it cost him?
by myself on the same corner that we lost him
real talking, in they ear like a walkman
my thoughts spring around the corner to the world
when I see him, I see my baby girl
the Lord lives among us
the younger hungers becomes a
means to get it by anyways necessary
under pressure
children feel lesser
but still up on the dresser
kill them with aggressors
but Destiny’s children survive as soldiers
in front of buildings, they eyes look older
hard to see blessings in a violent culture
basic age weapons, silenced ultra
this ain’t the way Langston Hughes wrote us
so control is on the shoulders of
we known as the aggressors to Oprah
Cultivated to overcome ever since we came over the seas
in a way you can see we determined
souls keep burning, shawtys know to keep learning
lessons in the life are like strips that we earning
send , crisis we journeying
like a thief in the night I write the beacons of light
for those of us in dark allys and
contras conquering
even through the unseen I know God watching
one King’s dream, he was able to Barack us
one King’s dream, he was able to Barack us
“BE” is one of my fav albums ever ….cant wait for this shit
OMg, this sounds unbelievably dope. If this is a sample of the album it could be one of his best…would be hard to top LWFC or Resurrection.
“Mocha & Milk” is a perfect matc h like “black & white” people
~~~~~~~B lac k Wh it e Fl i rts* C”0m ~ ~~~~~~~~
The most s uccessful interra cial da t ing c lub. If you are still waiting for your sweet “milk” or “mocha”, don’t hesitate to check it !! Don’t let your babie s wait too lon g for you !!
don’t feel right, the roots sample
that shit is tough. I like how they added the ecstasy sample.
i need this right here
woah shit aint even wack (c) Dame Dash
Its alright but its not fuckin wit Universal Mind Control
(Common)
Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
news that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It’s time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother’s side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
but she’s free with political asylum in Cuba.
(Cee-Lo vocals)
I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yeah.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah.
We’re molded from the same mud, Assata.
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful…
May God bless your Soul.
Oooh.
This is hip hop!
There’s so much bullshit out there where I feel like rappers are just struggling, fumbling around, pulling bullshit out of their asshole just to make their way to the chorus.
(I’m looking at you Rick Ross)
finally
cosign on the first dude!
YES! finally back on that Kanye production!!! ahh i cant wait.
I also want to cosign Sicksiah.
Be and Finding Forever are two albums that you don’t even have to like rap in order to appreciate.
That’s why I respect Common and why people who talk shit about Common being washed up work me up so much.
I’ve played this about 30 times in a row
One Day it’ll all make sense , Like water for chocolate ( thats where I got the Assata Verse from ) and electric circus. Classics to me
this shit sounds so different from what hip hop is now, I love it.
These are words of brother
Achiever, leader of the globe
free the souls of those in need
I bleed the blood of the struggle
Walking over troubled puddles
the hustlers in my chest
no hustle, no progress
extremities of life in this process
the birth of a son, the death of another
with love I caress both Mothers
and told them, “Who’s in control is the one that’s above us”
I walk bread, money talks, and love stutters
body language of a nation going through changes
the young become dangerous
pain is mended in to anger
anger gets sent through the chamber
it’s tough when your own look like strangers
we are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
if you could have an early ____ rang us
look at the future, it’s hard not to blame us
we’re trying where the young die often
do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them?
is it what we’re talking? we really ain’t walking
huge hustlers faith, how much did it cost him?
by myself on the same corner that we lost him
real talking, in they ear like a walkman
my thoughts spring around the corner to the world
when I see him, I see my baby girl
the Lord lives among us
the younger hungers becomes a
means to get it by anyways necessary
under pressure
children feel lesser
but still up on the dresser
kill them with aggressors
but Destiny’s children survive as soldiers
in front of buildings, they eyes look older
hard to see blessings in a violent culture
basic age weapons, silenced ultra
this ain’t the way Langston Hughes wrote us
so control is on the shoulders of
we known as the aggressors to Oprah
Cultivated to overcome ever since we came over the seas
in a way you can see we determined
souls keep burning, shawtys know to keep learning
lessons in the life are like strips that we earning
send , crisis we journeying
like a thief in the night I write the beacons of light
for those of us in dark allys and
contras conquering
even through the unseen I know God watching
one King’s dream, he was able to Barack us
one King’s dream, he was able to Barack us
Believe!
Believe!
Believe!