COLOR BLIND

COLOR BLIND
   By Allen Simmons
  & Justin Waddle  
    Devastation Click

Close your eyes,
Now fade to Black,
Who's racist enough to think
My White brother
Justin can't rap?
Fuck THAT!
Yall are wack! Step back, and wipe away the color lines,
We combined as One Shade of Grey,
Call us the Lyrical killers of Columbine!
Intertwined rhymes,
Real deadly mixture,
Don't get it twisted,
Check the colored picture,  
Fine tuned with clarity. STRONG HIGH DEF, Watch us erase the Color lines,
Til ain't none left.  
This crop is mean,
Like good ole Collard Greens,
Add the cornbread,
Now the plate is mean,
We gotta chow down on this food, Fools til the plate is clean.  
The New Brotherhood coalition, On a unity mission,
Our common goal is simple:
Knock the Racist ignorance,
the Fuck outta commission!
Pay attention,
This is the classroom,  
We came to bring the Dope,
Like Eminem loves Shrooms,  This is the battleground,  
Yes,
This a world war,
Time to sweep the racist bullshit Out the Backdoor!
Time to swing my sickle, and to blast missiles,
Twist the cap on the jar,
of these sour puss Dill pickles,  Another classic just like Vlastic, We carry the Hard plastics,
Gloc.  20 nine millimeter heaters, Who wants that ass kicked?

Black and white
Are two opposite colors
But in theory
You cant have one without the other
And cant nobody wreck you lyrically
Like me and my brother
Whats a lightning storm
Without alil bit of thunder
Step on up
And meet the seventh wonder
Well leave you in shock
Before we make you suffer
Lyrical gang bangers
Ain't nothing tougher
My boy Allen
Done got you studderin like a bitch
Like you just got confronted
Once you turned snitch
But that don't matter now none
Cause this is a hit
Paid for in full
By the Devastation Click
Don't worry bout your family
We've done taken care it
Unstoppable
With the flames we spit
It's impossible
To think you gonna stop this shit
From leaking into your soul
And destroying it
From Arkansas to Shot-cago
We run this bitch
It ain't no joke
We're totally committed
Like Mossbergs with pistol grips
I had mine fitted
I've done my time
And been committed
State hospitals
Yeah I did it
So I'm telling you
Think it through
We ain't fucked up bout your crew
Cause will put some lyrical dick
In them to
And turn them out
Like we just did you
   Devastation Ink™©
    °°° Justin Waddle °°°