The.Black.Opera.

AUDIO DRAMATIZATION: Fxckin Problem by The Black Opera (w/LYRICS)

“Aye, Aye my nigga, you got them Flinstone Vitys my nigga?
you poppin that echinacea my nigga??
Woo!
fxck this Life shit man…
fxck wit me doe!” -Nokbai
 
“I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem.
I don’t want knowledge less they suckin swallowing .
I love my family but I love these dollars,
more than anything.
My bibles my wallet.
Them presidents make a prophet.
THEM PRESIDENTS MAKE A PROFIT.
and that’s why I voted for Obama,
Cause he be making them mahfxckin Romneys.
Black people poppin pills that’s a fxckin problem.
BLACK PEOPLE POPPIN PILLS THATS A FXCKIN PROBLEM.
Fuck Malcolm X, I be Danny Brownin.
Fuck Oprah Winfrey, she on that Rihanna.
‘Popped a Molly I’m sweatin. WOO!’
even Badu fuck around and Co-Sign it…
[SKIT]
These old niggas don’t know my problems.
THESE OLD NIGGAS DON’T KNOW MY MAHFXCKIN PROBLEMS!!
My father sold crack to my only momma.
Then left my black ass in these fxckin projects.
Black man go crazy that’s a fxckin problem.
White man shoot babies then he got some problems…
White man kill babies…
Anybody kill babies that’s a fxckin coward.
ANYBODY KILL BABIES THAT’S A FXCKIN COWARD!!” -Sensu

“These automatic weapons is a fxckin problem,
shit is like assholes everybody got em,
get mad at a nigga ima go & pop him,
even better ima go & pop a random toddler.
I’m xanny poppin (woo!), I’m Mollywoppin (woo!)
Look at me look at me ain’t nobody watching.
Nobody even cares if I was gooone.
But fxck that I ain’t goin out alooone.
…This nigga lookin at me wroooong.
Guess we got a fxckin problem now it’s ooooonnn.
America (America) got a fxckin problem.
everybody scared of US y’all don’t want these problems.
My cousin shot herself in the stomaaach.
She was fxckin ‘round playin with that gun shit.
Accidentally pulled the trigger her life ended we got 99 problems to keep 1 hunniiiid” -Nokbai

“Black people poppin pills, that’s a fxckin problem.
Anybody kill babies, that’s a fxckin problem.
Israel x USA, thats a fxckin problem.
Boys beating up girls, that’s a fxckin problem
America’s gun laws, that’s a fxckin problem.
WorldStarHipHop, that’s a fxckin problem.
Blogs not posting TBO, that’s a fxckin problem.
YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND, YOU’RE THE FXCKIN PROBLEM.” -Kensah

VIDEO DEMONSTRATION: The Magician by The Black Opera ft Vaughn G. & Jade Lathan (Composed by Astronote) [Directed by Andy Madeleine] (w/ LYRICS)

“She said she lookin’ for a Magician: Somebody to Preform.
Somebody to divide up her Horizon from The Storm.
Her brain is Partly Cloudy; She would like a different norm.
Translation can’t pronounce it but I got her speaking tongues.
When I pull it out the hat: Intended BIG PUN.
Her face lookin’ like a 3-prong outlet unplugged.
She Paying for my Attention: She came to hear my song.
She said I fit the position: The Costume and The Wand.
Crowd Volunteering got her entering my stage.
Now I don’t know who chose who like religion and debates.
Division: Love and Hate.
She shake that Money Make - Her, Face is like a Drug…
She take away my Pain - First, she say WE in Love…
She was a good judge of character.
But, Focused on the wrong things in the Picture like a Negative.
A Disappearing Act: Now YOU see her, Now YOU don’t.
And. thus begins the adventure. You’d like to sing along?” - TBOG #041380

CHORUS:
“Now I done seen a lot of women go, but I want YOU to be a part of my show.
I just need a Volunteer, to come right here. We can disappear.
I know you seen a lot of men go (GO), but maybe I can be a part of YOUR show.
So if YOU need a Volunteer, come right here. We can disappear.
Lets Go.” - Vaughn G.


“I mean she made one cheek move independently from the other I was dumbfounded…/
Thunderous, when she made it clap man it was similar to how a gun sounded…
All her facial features matchin’.
Science says its symmetry that makes people attractive.
Speakers slappin’ goin’ Hammer Pants.
Not to mention I was enamored by her mammary glands.
Dance, I could watch for days.
Ghetto ballet, The Black Opera way.
I’m tryin’ to leave here with all my dough.
Trickin? No can do like Hall & Oates.
It’s 3am now I’m fatigued like army clothes.
Time to go back home to my woman snap outta Party Mode.
She had them amazing vanishing clothing articles.
And, she made your money disappear (poof), dollars gone.” - TBOG #120279

CHORUS:
“Now I done seen a lot of women go, but I want YOU to be a part of my show.
I just need a Volunteer, to come right here. We can disappear.
I know you seen a lot of men go (GO), but maybe I can be a part of YOUR show.
So if YOU need a Volunteer, come right here. We can disappear.
Lets Go.” - Vaughn G.


“I was YOUR Volunteer. Stuck witcha through the years.
And, when YOU lost YOUR job: Magically I Paid the Bills.
Those broken promises, YOU Never kept YOUR Word.
YOU left me home alone, telling me YOU were at work.
But WE know, that’s a, Lie.
YOU were, out with, her all, Night.
But it’s, okay, because, I.
Called up, my man, on the, Side.
But I’m, tired of playing these games.
I want YOU to be my man.
Know I’m trying to make YOU understand.
On the count of 3 baby I’ll Vanish.
I’ll Vanish…
I’ll Vanish….
I’ll Vanish…
I’ll Vanish….
I, just want YOU in My World, but YOU just want to Lie.
I, just don’t understand why YOU…………………..” - Jade Lathan

VIDEO DRAMATIZATION: BLACK CITY by The Black Opera (w/ LYRICS)

“BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BENZ.
High Saditty Chicks Want a Black Business Man.
Full House with a pocket full of Olsen Twins,
Making more White Money than a Black President.
Crackers hate it, while the niggas wanna mimic.
White niggas sayin’ nigga more than niggas.
White girls always down for whatever.
But, he trynna get his niggas up in Paris.
Momma say: Aint that shit Cray?
Z’s on the test skipping college everyday,
Cause Whoever play the best get a Scholarship to Pay
Nigga I don’t need the lessons, man I think I’m Bill Gates.
But, he aint even got a Steve Job.
Burnt bridges got em eating off a Bridge Card.
Syrup sipping got em leaning like a Retard.
Thug Life nigga, Hoes down, Gs up.
Crack pipe nigga, Coked Out, Pills what?
Got one life, Imma live it in a hurry.
Nigga plus I kill the mic/mike like Con Murray.
That’s Conrad Murray…
I think I’m Con Murray.
Now where them white girls at?
I think I’m Herman Cain…
Take her to the crib I don’t even know her name,
Pocket full of pills I don’t need no game.
Now where that white horse at?
I must think I’m Rick James…” - TBOG #041380

CHORUS:
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
SPREAD THE WARNING: #TBO IN YA CITY BITCH.

“BITCH.
Money over Humans.
In the club throwin’ hunneds on a Human.
With these Racks I’m abusive.
Smack that ass, red bottoms Louboutins.
Niggas want them Papers, No School tho…
40 acres, No Mule tho…
They want them Cars with the Horses,
Jaguars and them Porches.
Big Booty. Slim waist. No Corsets.
You got the Hoes? Only Queens in my Fortress.
I tell ‘em make it juicy like a Starburst,
Buncha Women lookin’ like Outkast artwork.
Dennis Archer: BLACK CITY BITCH.
Kwame Kilpatrick.
Hey Coleman Young world be a Great King
You ain’t even gotta push the rock like Dave Bing.
Too many David Sterns tryin to block it.
Tell that man get ya hand out my pocket.
School of Hard Knocks or a doctorate.
Nigga what’s a Goblin to a Prophet?” - TBOG #120279

CHORUS:
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK CITY BITCH.
BLACK BLACK CITY BITCH.
SPREAD THE WARNING: #TBO IN YA CITY BITCH.

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