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kicking n.i.g.g.e.r knowledge - 6iixty xx lyrics

[verse 1 : 6iixty xx]

all of my niggers are diggin’ the dough//
all of the people are needed to move//
impressed by the fact that i bleed but i live//
all of my people were prone to the known//
whipping and slaving, enduring the lashes//
all of my people were burned into ashes//
dusting and matching the patches//
struggle the m-sses, all of my people were given the chalice (poisoned!)//
all of my people were owning the gold, all of the sudden they buying the jewellery// who is the jury? address all the m-sses//
all of my people were kings in their tribes//
all of a sudden they accepted the bribes of useless stuff//
all of my people were reigning (raining) like clouds//
all of my people were wearing dem’ crowns//

[bridge : 6iixty xx]

not promoting violence, just provoking silence//
just evoke the currents//
check steve biko, check lupita nyongo//
check the reefer calling//
check chris hani, check the prison warder//
check qaddafi man!

[verse two: 6iixty xx]
all of my niggers are diggin’ the turf//
riding on waves and we thinking we surf//
all of my people were waiting for us//
we outchea’ to serve … !//

outchea to serve//
all of my niggers are drinking the purp’//
all of my niggers are poppin’ ’em molly’s//
sniffing ’em yams and sippin’ the purp’//
uppers and downers are mixed all again//
shipping the keys and we major like khaled//
sending locations its all on that khalid//
number your days like your soul on the calendar//
styrofoams !!! x6

[verse three]

all of my niggers are poppin’ the xans//
all of my niggers are wearing the vans//
surrounded by digits in weary events//
stick to the script, flicker the wrist//
mystic attempts, encrypted instead//
rolling the reefer we all tryna’ smoke//
all in your feelings we all tryna joke//
decipher your meetings, we all tryna cope//
the blacker the berry the sweeter the melanin//
bigger the booty the sweeter the edibles//
lacking the minerals, keep the beretta//
right at your funeral//
why did you let us, right at your living room//
writing some letters, right for your miracle//
diving propellers its all for my fellas’//
its all for you jealous, a song for your manners (hey)

[verse four]

pump and lock the stock//
drop the anecdote//
x the building rule//
i told you bout’ my life
told you bout’ my drugs’
i told you how to fight//
this the “nigga knowledge
this the bigger college” x2//
destitute upon all the violence//
ruling the country in oldest stylist//
these are the tyrants, grieving in silence//
k!lling people even murder society…

all of my niggers are diggin’ the dietary//
all of the people are fending for rivalry//
we the anomaly, pendulum swings//
bending the switch//
b-mping “the catalogue” hoping i get along industry names//
twitter shout outs, instagram chicks//
all of my niggers are dope with ’em pics !

[dan gilbert skit]

[verbal gun shots]

[verse five]

all of the niggers are shootin’ the bullets//
but all of the niggers are never dem’ k!llers//
all of the bullets are nephilim lethal//
so quiet your reefer, surprising your feelings//
the blacker the trigger the blacker the bullets//
the sweeter the blood of the nigga that’s shot//
(ooouh!)
of the nigga that’s shot!

[hook]

all of my niggers know, we don’t really give a f-ck!//
educating niggers minds, all we want is us at the top x2//
us at the top!

[outro}

you know man, i was gonna’ say kicking kaffir’ knowledge since i’m in south africa man, but it was gonna’ coincide with the acronym kkk, the ku klux klan, so i was like, {sigh} f-ck!
gaad!

- 6iixty xx lyrics

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