C-Sick - Betty X lyrics

[Intro] Lord AV Slow bop to this Yea, Lost Tribe Rebel [Verse 1] I am that New Black Militant, no we're not extinct yet You can keep them Becky's where they been, where the Betty X's? I be at them Premo parties, if you're not you're basic Catch me on my Larenz Tate sh**, get this Brother for the Night dick That a smile me put on your face child? Act right, you'll be face down Drama Queens get thrown out Cuz I'm King Joffery, they're the bath towel I Love black coffee and brown sugar That's Malcolm style but your cream good Hate black & mild but we can blow the loud Better thank the Lord I got good wood My Allah Piece between both teets Girl you breaking all my laws That's rated R, but I don't give a F I'll take the L for my flaws So roll the L for my cause Only heaven at mosque? Then I would go to hell in gasoline drawls With Vaseline on to give you these balls hot Smacking all on that balled spot Or that Angie Davis I don't f** with no wild thots 'Till they're domesticated I just like a little conversation Concentrating on chemistry Get your body down to a science God body that box Ali [Hook] I'm taking shots On my soapbox For these black dreams Till I die Who gon have my back? Where you at Queen? You should come build with a god You should come build with a god Find you a real n***a You should come build with a god You should come build with a god Ride with a real n***a On your block I'm gon pour one out For my O.G.'s By my side If they martyr me Where u at Queen? You should come build with a god You should come build with a god Find you a real n***a You should come build with a god You should come build with a god Ride for a real n***a [Verse 2] Chicago red n***a no field n***a One of few light n***as call a trill n***a Give that look like Pac gave Jada Pinkett Gone leave all the choir boys to the priest I be on my Mandela till they Martyr Winnie Mandela many men want her Maison Margiela no Martin Till I find a Coretta then I March in With the spirit of a million men Get on the bus, leave the band wagon I played all them, that's played out now I need all in, my eyes open Sleep with you but no Fred Hampton Cause this sh** revolutionary mind control Do or die you just gotta let ya body go N.O.I. lit' carved on a brother soul So when I'm wilding out, it's still in me though And that's word to my mama, raised a young shotta She be Afeni then you be Assata I could be Sunni and you be Kabbala We'd still power circle like we at the Kaaba Walking away pray that you save my number You calling adhan I call you belladonna You ball up your palm with a perm in that's honest My last name your permanent, free till you own it I'm [Hook] [Bridge] I'm at the window with the trigga By my neck By my neck Say don't trust that new n***a He a threat He a threat Find a Betty on my level Where they at Where they at Come and rise with a rebel Betty X Betty X