Britton Cook - The Blacker the Mack lyrics

This is my rifle This is my gun This is for pleasure This is for fun The newer the ruger The better I shoot The newer the ruger The better I shoot The newer the ruger The better I shoot The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice I'm a number in vain A color in pain Every word you think of When you look at my frame! A product of environment I'm Going insane! A little pigment in my skin didn't go to my brain I never asked to be born I cannot complain When I woke up 26 ago I wasn't the same! They must've cut my wings - I still fly like planes! A slightly different fascination for them Whips & chains My GRAND-PAPPY's grand-pappy Was a fraction of citizen! He'd probably say to pop you all - Like Ridlen Listening to John Coltrane sipping on his Finnegan A wonderful world when Louis Armstrongs spinning & Pools of liquor Thanks to Kendrick I can swim in it! Start it im gon' finish it! I'll lose my mind Winning this Cameras are I getting this?! What the f** are color lines? I got perfect penmanship I could turn paper to stacks of hundreds Or cheese near! Roll wit my dogs we off the leash No fleas here I am an activist still improving Like NASDAQ! You ain't stock half that! You gotta bad back! Say that I'm good wit numbers Ill teach u to add that! Watch as I bag rats! Numbers like cla** hats! Bars like San Quentin's been reinstated I am black! Blacker than Wesley and Seal mixed & I mean that Call me a panther Entrepreneur I'm all that- skin covered-up in tats! Everything all black! You I don't need that! Judge-r of books by the covers And I can read that! I couldn't be that Id rather be black I say the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice! The longer the crop! The deeper the roots! And What you eat Never made me poop What you eat Never made me poot And When your this high- Who needs a roof Huh? Look When your this great! Then who needs proof! When you're this strong! Who needs troops! I say the newer the ruger The better I shoot! What you eat Never made me poop I say The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice The longer the crop The deeper the roots When your this high Who needs a roof I mean When your this great Then who needs proof I mean When your this strong Then who needs troops I say the newer the ruger Well then the better I shoot I say the newer the ruger Well then the better I shoot I say what you eat Never made me poop This is the blacker The sweeter the juice Because when your this high Who needs a roof...