Vera Hall

Moor Mother:
(This that black belt)

This that black belt
In Alabama
With that his weapon slip
In his own tears
Land red
Nappy head
Proud as fuck
Watermelon in the pickup truck
AK-A the wagon
Headin down town
My aunt like the youth fountain
They gather round baskin, askin
These questions
I dont know these pieces but i put a curse in
Made a spell
Farewell
It ain't hard to tell
I'm coming out
Rebel yell
From a blue black blur
To a blue black
To whos that
Existing before that
Before europeans had apples
They had this land of snakes
Carbon copy fakes
We all made mistakes
But you can't copy great
So lets just get it straight

[Bridge: BFLY]
This that, 'I ain't brown
I'm black shit'
Black shit
Black shit
Bump some of that
Black shit
Black shit
Black shit
Got genes in my vein, bitch
This that Henrietta
Black shit
Pimp my collar
Pimp my collar
Black shit
Eat my collards
Black shit
Spend my dollars
Black shit
Let talk like its like with that black belt
Black shit
Eat my collards
Black shit
Spend my dollars
Let talk like its like with that black belt
Black shit

Moor Mother:
If you got a piece, air it out
I mean, let it breathe
Ain't no time, ain't no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time
There's no time