2 Black 2 Strong

The brothers are back, they pay stacks to see 'em

Fuck it up worse than Eso in a wax museum

This plastic scene like Plasticine

You see, the mould is old and the facts are being

That I rock shows like I had four clones, eight microphones

And cuss so much it sounds like Morse code

So fuck you and where your horse go

'Cause once you see the dorsal, it's too late, that's ya torso

Call me the man that's too black with a plan that's too strong

Said authorities keep stopping me (Nup)

Then asking me to move on

That's calculated, medicine is out of date

And man, they fuckin' love it when you sound afraid

But this is not that one (Nah)

This my mother's black son, driving like I stole it

Blind-folded, eyes closed, wearing a pair of bifocals

And I'm still rocking, them black bodies still dropping

(Now we) Still filling prisons, (Now we) still filling coffins

The A.B. Original

A.B. Original

A. (A.) B. (B.) Original

A. (A.) B. (B.) Original

It's the blackout, yeah, brothers in the area

Smart black man with a plan, nothing scarier

Now blackout, yeah

They still wanna kick the blacks out, yeah

I get the feeling that I'm dead

Even though I'm still here walking

All said and done, I can still hear talking

Now blackout, yeah

They still wanna kick the blacks out, yeah

They still wanna kick the

They could never do it better than this

And if they say that they did, then the terrorists win

It's the A.B. Orig–in–al, they are

Bringing that dope shit even if they aren't

They wouldn't know rap if it jabbed their trap

And snapped their back (Damn near put your face in your lap)

I'm like a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair

Watching your demise with a stogie in a deckchair

I let 'em check the method, roll another blunt until a chest infection

Right up till it sounds like a dial-up internet connection

Get it like it's credit at the deli when you're hanging

More raptors than John Hammond, goddamn it

Bring a famine to your food court in just one lunch

Till I'm happy as a pig: two girls, one cup

Brother, run up and get wrecked mate, Netflix and chill

Till I hit it with that Scott Disick Didick then I peel

Said it don't, it don't, it don't

It don't? It don't get more blacker than this

It don't, it don't, it don't

It don't? It don't get more blacker than this

These motherfuckers just never listen

It's like they never got flogged, they never got hidings

Where's your fucking dads at?

Fuck is wrong with you?

It's the blackout, too black, too strong

Two wrongs made it right, been white too long

It's the blackout, it's everything that you fear

Tired of this shit, like I've had a good year

It's the blackout, like when Suge bailed Pac out

Like what you see before you tap out

It's the blackout, like you didn't see it coming

It's the blackout, like I'm here with my cousins

The atheist afraid couldn't handle the God (You scared?)

They handle the pipe and try to handle the nod

Was gonna dismantle your squad

The damage was done, you flopped

Somethin' like Kardashian socks: Rob

You can catch me at that pie cart

Maxing out my tab with Gina Rinehart (That's frightening)

I hit you with that Andrew Bolt of lightning

Right inside your fucking comfort zone

Choking from them undertones

You cater to the nature of the dumb and watch your bunda grow

Too black (Too black, too black)

Too strong (Too strong, too strong) (Jaytee)

Too black (Too black, too black)

Too strong (Too strong, too strong) (D-A-Z)

Too black (Too black, black)

Too strong (Too strong, too strong) (Jaytee)

Too strong (Too strong, too strong)

Too strong (Too strong, too strong)

Yo T, I went to the doctor and he checked my heart

And I bet that it was black

Yeah, he said that shit's not healthy

And I bet that it was black

Yeah, like they're not meant to be black

And I bet that it was black

Yeah, that's what I said

And I bet that it was

That's not right