Black Girl Lost

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Avie Fresh - Rap

Black Girl Lost

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Avatar the Articulate - "Black Girl Lost" [Emcee(s): Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] [Producer(s): Avie Fresh (AKA Avatar the Articulate) and One-Take] [Verse 1: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] You're the air I breath on—believe, ma—make my degrees warm Far out like Klingons, a knockout without a thing on With dungarees on and a mean thong, you make a theme song That Ginuwine sang for Kells. You're nothing, son would like To bang on an L, we'd rather scream out and yell Let the world hear. No makeup, superb hair, the breakup Was served here. I knew you were cheating. I was At Nuyorican, called up and heard heavy breathing. At first I wasn't believing, but, every evening, you was deceiving You were the reason for the word "why" every time I told you you's a dime, you was my dear, how precious And so rare I verbalized, but you didn't care Evidently, the gentry said, "It's elementary." I'm meant For you, but, see, you wasn't for me, not in this century It bent me 'cause there should a throne for us But, for now, that's a whole different zone for us, word [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Diamonds all shining, looking all fine Pretty little face, you get a little high Young girls struggling, trying to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you a nine Just tired of playing the same old games Messing with my mind, emotional things And there goes A black girl, love [Verse 2: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Where am I Focused? Everything I do is still It's nil, null and void. Boy, it's ill Like Troy, I go to war for my void to fill For real, I try to chill and avoid the spill, but I'm A lover not a fighter, a brother that's a writer I'll read, fill my pipe up, lay back, flick the lighter and blow From the bong, playing some slow songs so long I played the man on the side, but when you slid, I had To swallow my pride. We had to sneak out and hide, you was Mine for years, now I had to beg for your time That's dead. I forge ahead, life ain't a straight road It's twists and turns 'fore your go, you gotta burn for, you know Nevertheless, I wonder though how life's treating a ho That's just my anger talking. Don't you know I think of you often? Atlantic City trips pretty and the Hyatt in Boston Love's lost and I found another that I can smother, I tried To make her take your place, but I really don't love her. I can't Run, brother. I reminisce on when I was younger. You're in My double helix, can't clean it like Felix Unger. I'm in My Porsche with my cross and I'm crossed. Black girl Lost [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Diamonds all shining, looking all fine Pretty little face, you get a little high Young girls struggling, trying to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you a nine Just tired of playing the same old games Messing with my mind, emotional things And there goes A black girl, love [Verse 3: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] I could flow for eons, colder than Freon when I shine like neon From New York to beyond, don't battle, but get my free on I'm the don, but might get a little lonely when Tenderonis, they only want to hold me, but they just don't know me They're phony but could be real, but I don't feel what they feel Unless they're feeling they own tits and ass, it's real I'll make 'em veal and pasta meals with lobster Some Sinatra. Though I'm not a mobster, I clock paper proper Cake like fry Hoffer, cream like Carvel and keep Trees like I got a cartel, but it's only the L- -E-M, pen gems are send to my friends. My ex Girl, she be living in sin, she shaves her pussy and Gives it to men, orgasms lather her chin. I had To let the ho go, but it troubled me so. She moves Like the city lights with a neon glow, faster Than express trains, it would pain her to slow. She spends Her nights in bars, hard liquor, gets into cars Music is loud, dress short—that's just her style. A crowded Times Square street full of ballers and freaks—that's where We met, but now she just moves to the beat

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  • Avie Fresh