Moor Mother - Vera Hall lyrics

Moor Mother: (This that black belt) This that black belt In Alabama With that his weapon slip In his own tears Land red Nappy head Proud as fu*k Watermelon in the pickup truck AK-A the wagon Headin down town My aunt like the youth fountain They gather round baskin, askin These questions I dont know these pieces but i put a curse in Made a spell Farewell It ain't hard to tell I'm coming out Rebel yell From a blue black blur To a blue black To whos that Existing before that Before europeans had apples They had this land of snakes Carbon copy fakes We all made mistakes But you can't copy great So lets just get it straight [Bridge: BFLY] This that, 'I ain't brown I'm black sh*t' Black sh*t Black sh*t Bump some of that Black sh*t Black sh*t Black sh*t Got genes in my vein, b*tch This that Henrietta Black sh*t Pimp my collar Pimp my collar Black sh*t Eat my collards Black sh*t Spend my dollars Black sh*t Let talk like its like with that black belt Black sh*t Eat my collards Black sh*t Spend my dollars Let talk like its like with that black belt Black sh*t Moor Mother: If you got a piece, air it out I mean, let it breathe Ain't no time, ain't no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time There's no time