Black Sleepin' Beauty

[Intro: Hell Razah]

YouknowI'msayin?

We send this one

This be like... this a letter right here

YouknowI'msayin?

To the black sleeping beauty

[Chorus x3.5: Hell Razah]

Black sleeping beauty, need love truly

Gotta teach our women, and our seed that's our duty

[Hell Razah:]

Black family love

Black sleeping beauty, bagged after movies

Before I gave her a call for a booty

I just dropped jewellry, cutie seemed moody

Ruled by emotions, like love slow motion

Fine sand by the ocean, get niggas open

Then leave the ass flat broken

For a million dollar token, she left his ass heart broken

She was fuckin with that other nigga too

She need a little love from a god-body hub'

Most kings and queens now fiend out on drug, uh-huh

My brown Cleopatra, look through your bible chapters

She's left with the pasta, now you got an Acura

After spectacular, pretty Ms. Dracula

Life is unruley, sincerely, yours truly

Ya under anastesia, my black sleeping beauty

[Chorus x1.5]

[Hell Razah:]

She need a little love from a god-body hub

Black sleeping beauty, need love truly

[Killah Priest:]

I saw her sleep-walking, headed for abortion

Place to put a offspring, home of the coffin

Claims she keeps it real, swallowed sleeping pills

Watching Jenny Jones about the pity that she owns

Gave her plenty stones, mostly in the dome

Saw her roll her eyes, goin out with older guys

Saw 'em holdin lies, cause she wants to cry

They got her under arms, sayin, "Here, watch the charm"

Tryin to wake up, but she stops her alarms

Head is in inflatin, we got our education

Went to bed with Satan, and never awaken

It's heartbreakin, so you in the park shaking

What spell is this? Went from delicate, in to deralict

Inhale, you sick, you wanna live lavish, house up in Paris

Head like a cabbage, nothing in your cabinet

[Chorus x1.5]

[Hell Razah:]

She need a little love from a god-body hub

You was poutin when you was diamond rockless

We had the his and her Guess watches

Before Versaci's, you had a profit

Plus an apartment in the projects

I gave you money for your pockets

Switch the topic, the modern days

We still got pictures, in your langeries

We cut school just for matinees

Now you old to drink Tax's J and other champagnes

You go to clubs and campaign, and lie about your man's name

Just to get some damn fame, playin game

Those who weak, and never use their game

A net, where's your network?

Guess skirts, or Polo sweatshirts, the truth hurts

It leaves your heart broken, I had you open

When you was fine token, walk in the streets

Now you play passenger seats, in Lex jeeps

Actin like your ass can't speak

You black sleep-ing beauty

You black sleep-ing beauty

[Chorus x1.5]

[Outro: Hell Razah]

YouknowI'msayin?

For the black queen

YouknowI'msayin?

You make an army, or you could break an army?