Vera Hall

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 fuck 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 shit' Black shit Black shit Bump some of that Black shit Black shit Black shit Got genes in my vein, bitch This that Henrietta Black shit Pimp my collar Pimp my collar Black shit Eat my collards Black shit Spend my dollars Black shit Let talk like its like with that black belt Black shit Eat my collards Black shit Spend my dollars Let talk like its like with that black belt Black shit 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