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