Black Connect II

* The wind feels natural

The crook

On some black connection

From continent to continent crooks reign

But I guess you already know that

Volume Two of this joint

Lo

I scuba in Bermuda with new girl

While in Cuba receive a message

Wide screen view from Cheeba

Got girls for some interceptions

I detect a weapon, passport, chains

We smile chameleon

Catching G-11 land on Kawasakis willy-in

Look at me

Look at the Bronx, Brooklyn, and the Harlem

Black Connection

"Cheeba, you pulled Suede operate tailspin"

OK Flynn need guns with cajun lens

Need funds a million yens

Here goes again

Time to shock the world!!

Top Co., Diana Ross

We set the feathers gloss

We jet, the flyin horse

Steal it then we

Shoot down the iron flies

Look up, with eye on top

The skies, the pirate skies

Kiss a story

Scar a feeble, throw the lassos

Black Connect at the Boscos

Hidin hollows and a**holes

Matrix, bullets don't dodge slow

Untraceable grin gin pour

Palms is sweaty

Relax, relate, release

We ready (We ready)

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Blue Eyed

Blue Skies brawn

Wearin blue suits

Blue through tall pigs

From the skies

Think its two Alec Baldwins

Crosswinds

Fold them in, we in the air

Yea my semi-bleached

Clorox, get near me

Might blow ox

This bunnies got chaos

The white clouds, gray fox

The mad purple, violet

In that the private pilot

You try it

In this I.V. will be the rest of your diet

We wild with fury for jury movies

Mass um up of uzis

Minus the fingerprints

The turbulence still got me woozy

Thats when I heard the engine blow

Screamin: "Cheeba eject!"

Free fallin reckless through the clouds

Now lets get this glow

Black Connection

We get the glow and

We blow these bird doors

Shoot the plastic explosive

While we on the hang glide show

We hit the falcons

Scout them bullions

Massage the mountains air

Suspended in air

Glitter till the cl*tters

Get this merchandise

Fu-Yun from Taiwan

And African emo-ice

Cargo from Key Largo

Powder porchable plants

Cashin foreign stamps

We taken these grants and brakin camp

We on the autopilot, thats why no bodies hear

We got bullions

Feelin like two front of stairs

Flynn: "You'll soon sing at the range

Yall Leave yall drain plane

Go down in flames I'm the hero

So I take all of the vibrate

Off to New Zealand

You guys maintain less than zero"

No chance for crookers to help us

We lost in the air

Hittin troopers up there

But we wont leave without a bang

Evacuate perimeter

Cobra dillinger skimmin ya

Most is patriotic

Plunge into the ocean

Cant stop it

Will we make it in time

Crooks to be continued

From continent to continent

Black connection up in you