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ll cool j & sona jobarteh - black code suite كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ll cool j]
look at mama, she’s in the kitchen
she’s swingin’ her hips and dippin’ the chicken in flour
she got the music, it’s bumpin’
i smell the food in the oven while i two_step in the shower
a well_balanced potato salad and hot sauce
collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans
engrained in your brain without a meme
like it’s a precinct burnin’ up on the screen
the operation is flagrant ’til reparations, we take ’em
and we been patiently waitin’
and for cake, we be scr_pin’ until it’s late in the a.m.
when you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate ’til they pay ’em
your body swayin’, you listen what i’m sayin’
don’t want that ak_k_k commence to sprayin’
og mind freak, you cannot enslave ’em
and if the tables ever turn, you know nothin’ can save him
the sensation burnin’ like louisiana cajun
the faint aroma somebody is blazin’ to bring the day in
big bro on his way in

[chorus: q_tip]
never forget where you started
’cause that could be where you end
from a faraway land, we were departed
tryna find where we began
mama said there was a code
that we all should abide by
big man said there was a code
by which we should live and we should die by, by
[verse 2: ll cool j]
beat shakin’ like flour in paper bags
see ’em salutin’ and recruitin’ and wavin’ flags
spice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken
the screen door slammin’ and the young boy crippin’
mama when she dancin’, your uncle when he trippin’
the spirit of stevie wonder when “superstition” was written
i’m the first bop when you walk into the party
i’m the chris rock when you snappin’ on somebody
i’m the ingenuity, the mental acuity
duke ellington dexterity, i’m truly a rarity
i’m the sound of miles davis, it’s impossible to bury me
the slow pimp walk, it’s impossible to hurry me
the red cup, brown liquor, spades all night
shower cap, house slippers, braids just right
feelin’ when that itch in your weave is relieved
i’m your tastebuds bitin’ on the sunflower seeds
only crossover i support is kyrie
w.e.b. mentality
i’m the biz goin’ off, diana, i’m the boss
or you could say ross, i’m pirelli’s with the gloss
i’m the underground harriet, the swing low chariot
backyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus
the look in the eyes of someone who can relate
i’m the knowin’ that it’s love and couldn’t possibly be hate
i’m the prayer of a mom that want her son to walk straight
i’m the prisoner released when he walkin’ out the gate, i’m black
i’m black, i’m black, i’m black, i’m black
[instrumental break]

[outro: sona jobarteh (eric appapoulay)]
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black code
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read your black code
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read your black code
read your black code
it’s for everybody
read your black code
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read your black code
read your black code
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read your black code
it’s for everybody (yeah)
read your black code
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read your black code
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- ll cool j sona jobarteh

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