Danger Bag

[Intro]
Abraham Lincoln did not care about Black people
For generations, miners have removed ore from the Earth
A task made even more dangerous due to the threat of inhaling dust that causes Black Lung

[Chorus]
Without WD and grease, we'd get loose
[?], we got juice
Ninety-degree dangle, the beat obtuse
What's a dope verse without Kareem Abdul?
Rest easy, easy ROC, we get loose
Hеre's more mud in your optics, we got juicе
Nimbus by the crown, blessed be out you
Wrote this rhyme in the dark, now it's [?], uh

[Verse]
Everybody diss 'cause you can't bust this
You wack like systemic evil and injustice
Welcome to the next level, we test doubles
They never pass, they get it smashed
Like narcissists when they gaslight
And [?], slow your roll
Act right, got mad raps
That'll flash back to Parliament's flashlight
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Kill, kill, kill, that boy too ill
When, when it get too real
They like to pop the blue pill
And sing, [?]
Don't touch the microphone, like it had AIDs on it
You know I show up with the cure (Cure)
Far from pure, but the center of a lore
From day one, you bit the style
Was tryna front like it was yours
It's only right I still look back
How ill is that?
My slang is old like pill and caps
It's lit, but I ain't feelin' that

[Interlude]
That's right, the [Harry Crosby?]

[Chorus]
Oh
I rob base, we get loose
Still with the steel, homie, we got juice
Pull up with boots whylin' from the cool and the cool
Sucker [?] at your crew
Rest easy, easy ROC, we get loose
Here's more mud in your optics, we got juice
Nimbus by the crown, blessed be out you
Wrote this rhyme in the dark, now it's for ROC too, uh

[Outro]
It isn't curable
And if exposure to the dust, dust
Isn't limited
It can lead to death
[?...]
Black Lung