Letra de Black Code Suite - LL COOL J

(Feat. Sona Jobarteh)

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 scrapin' 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

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

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

Black Code

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

It's for everybody

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

It's for everybody (Yeah)

Read your Black Code

Read your Black Code

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