Black Holes from LIGHTY by Binary Star

Chorus-

LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE LAND OF THE LEAST FAVORITE

VICTIMS REMAIN NAMELESS BUT TRIGGERS KNOWN TO BE FAMOUS

SELLING THEIR SOULS, LIKE SILVERDOME CHEAP PAPER

EVERY TIME YOU CLIMB
ALL THE CRABS WANNA BE NEIGHBORS



Verse 1

Cash rules everything

Around me a lot of fast food recipes

It's rather unhealthy
But hands dealt me this unwealthy
Now I'm the Chef, let's prepare to eat

These left-over and scrap foods
Settle beef around me

Life is like a classroom testing me
Stats schools never teach

Most likely,
Ivy Leagues for Ivories

Felonies for Ebonies

Tax, Scrooge never see

Steady B's lurking
it's a Jack move, petty thief

Never dreamed, bullets even blast through the Reverend King

Blowed away by Crack,
Methamphetamines
Grassroots, Hash, Mescaline
plus the Ecstasy around me

My Scrappy Doo pedigree's
Never had a chance

Crime fighters,
Fire Fighters,
Ambulance
Zoom to the ghetto scene

Pass through the belly beast

Set him free

Straight out the bathroom, smelly streets

Immune to stink

Trash you would never think

Cats who would never blink

Taboo, never speak

Rat food, cheddar cheese

That's who? Never me

I pass words cleverly,
Open Sesame

Verse, bursting' into flames
Match to the Kerosene

Rapping like you never seen

Making beats,
Making moves

All across the board,
trynna score

Checker King

Nefertiti Queen

Jumping everything


Chorus 2x's
LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE LAND OF THE LEAST FAVORITE

VICTIMS REMAIN NAMELESS BUT TRIGGERS KNOWN TO BE FAMOUS

SELLING THEIR SOULS, LIKE SILVERDOME CHEAP PAPER

EVERY TIME YOU CLIMB
ALL THE CRABS WANNA BE NEIGHBORS


I'M SWERVING POTHOLES IN THE STREET PAVEMENT




Verse 2

Can I kick it?
The crowds say, 'That's not a question!'

I rep' that Binary Star, that Honest Expression

Better with time like wine, comin' straight out the cellar

But I be slippin' Zam Zam comin' out the well ahhhh

Bring the beat back,
lace'em with the A Capella
Travel the world behind (sales) sails,
but I'm not Magellan

If I ever go Pop!
That mean I shot the Sherrif

I don't be acting like Pac!
But still I got the Welch's

We used to drink it in the church,
only God can help us

I found a path in the desert,
and started stepping

I'm still tested

I had to learn the hardest lesson

My daughter Mekkah,
now she playing in a part of Heaven

Call me a King in my grave,
but I ain't down with Elvis

That's like a flat chested girl in the House with Hefner

We're balling out of Las Vegas
like a runnin' rebel
Shaka Zu-
Lu da Cris-
Brown with the Um brella
Ella-

Fitzgerald mean I reign terror

Lo the big barrel on the battlefield
aim careful

How I handle bars?
Gotta say a motorcycle
Motor running
Motor City
Surviving a mortal combat

• Band
• Binary Star
• Black Holes
• Congas
• Ears Apart
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Lighty
• One Be Lo
• Rap
• Soul
• Subterraneous
• Two Headed Dragon
• Cairo