GAZR - Black Market Tribute (Thank you Dre) lyrics

(Verse) Parasailed parallel to a good start Chatter chatter (They) Pulled a e-break on a parasite, thats a hard park Flip a bird call the sh** lark Made art here and art thurr like an aardvark Put in hard work. Make that art work Scotty wanna beam me up like I'm Cap Kirk Jealousy is a knee to a tired thirst Re-define fear It's the dark ages, I don't fight fair That's lax. Compared to the time that we will share In fact, n***a, that's a time share You got a conflict. Wanna conquer while you con care Ain't a care in the world minus out there We fell straight into the fire and we got seared f** a sight-seer. Got a iced beer As I say this (I) get a side tear Aimed for the top, hit a side tier Harrowed arrow pointing right here Imma keep going 'til that pipe burst Give me wind, give me (boxing bell) Get a hyped verse 12 years a art student, n***a that's a white curse Hodgepodge culture got me feeling Rikers An introvert that picked the lock I'm jumping on the cage man Read about it Vert get extra(x12) on occasion I get up for the down laman Spit my doubts 'til they know my name man M-Y A-K-A B-A-N-A-N-A-s n***a dont stress... (Bridge) The blacker market, the harder to marginalize The blacker market, the harder to marginalize The blacker market, the harder to marginalize The blacker market, the harder to marginalize If you wanna ride, better think first Make you crash, then I Dash Like I'm Dame Dash Then put a spot on that a** Like I'm Dame Hirst (Chorus) Black don't crack Black don't crack Black don't crack (Verse 2) Shifting margin It ain't dormant n***a just recordin' Vent for elation Swish sh**s ventilation Aka n***a corporeal Corporal n***a Forklore is an issue Eat lords, f** a fork Prey like a a hunter convinced you Satan got his cronies interplaying The youngstas be raging Getting hot with the patience Grape drink in my hand done f**ing turned into raisins Hearing whispers as if I swallowed the reasons Ask yo inner voice Yo what you sayin? Ain't comedic how I let my daemons weigh in Homie don't play Budding American idol Now my Homies be clay It gon end with the achin' Write this sh** on loose leaf, n***a go get to rakin' Broken windows to the soul Like my eyes turned to Reagan You wanna ignore the numbers- fine But ain't lying The equation don't end with an equal sign Look em dead in the eye Like you ain't ready for the margin shift They blowing hot air like they lit a spliff I'm keeping it blunt Black docs and matching skinnies Keeping it punk Ho gone Keepin it hulk Hold on We ain't goin home for sh** Mamma told me this If the window ain't broke, they ain't fixing sh** (Chorus) Black don't crack Black don't crack Black don't crack (Outro) So, you know, Black Market is gunna happen!It's going down man. Its going down And I gatta say, come through man. Its gunna be amazing! And before we cut out, I really gatta thank a some people That made this happen. Cuz Venirhere and I were going from possible sponsor to possible sponsor. f**ing Kicking tin cans trying to make this sh** happen. And we got a few of ya'll to thank for it. Coming through! C'mpn, we made a crowd-funded Kickstarter to make an experimental art fair happen!Yes, lets GO! I got to give a shout out to Day Gleason. Throw some windows on that sh**! I got to give a shout out to Maxwell Neely-Cohen. Throw some windows on that sh**! Tom Galle. Throw some windows on that sh**! Erin Brookner. Throw some windows on that sh**! I luh you girl Maggie and Greg. Throw some windows on that sh**! Venir, throw some windows for Josh Lawson, Karim, Alessandra, Sean Jean Patrick Carney, Margherita, R.B. Sclather And B-H-Q-F-U! GIVE 'EM THE RUMBLE! God damn. Thank you, ya'll