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AUDIO DEMONSTRATION: Teleport by The Black Opera (Production Composed by Audible Doctor) (w/ LYRICS)

“All Black in the summer…
Yea I’m a little bit crazy that’s a Under-
Statement, Metta World Peace royal rumble.
No funereal but dressed just like the Under-
Taker, fuck a loud pack I pack thunder.
Heavy like the regime the Berlin Wall collapsed under.
I’m gone, I’m gone, I ain’t even here no mo.
YOU say YOU wanna revolution WE said that a year ago.
If Revolution’s in the Music YOU fools would not hear a note.
Gave YOU lyrical, now it’s Musical, it’s Cyrano.
Sometimes I need a little time just to zone out…
Hey YOU, please find YOUR own cloud.
Hey Jude, YOU’RE goin down the wrong route.
Prelude: fade the end of YOU’RE song out…
Outro. Roll the Credits.
I don’t know where I’m headed, I just know I’m gon get it.” - TBOG #120279

AUDIO DEMONSTRATION: Black Superstar by The Black Opera(composed by yU) (w/ LYRICS)

CHORUS:
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.
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In ya Stupid House, Stupid Chain, Stupid Car.
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Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.

“Caught up in the limelight: The Glamor Life.
Burgundy 9-11: a Deadly Drive.
Mercury 9-11: I’m Fahrenheit (fair in height).
Surgery type of weapons: the hand and knife
Either way I’m doing Time (Time).
They give me Life (Right).
Just to raise me Right (Right).
Institutionalized whether WE on the Wrong or Right
side of the Law.
I’m trynna find the right Crime just to Ball.
Ball So Hard: Police Man trynna fine YOU.
Out of Line like the coloring of a blind-mute.
Had a nine on me, had a blonde moment, the I lost my mind on em,
now my time frozen, like my watch broken,
and my mom hoping that I make it out alive.
Its 25-Life whether in chains or on the block.
The Block is Hot. The Block is Hot.
Niggas Snitchin’.
Whether on Television or in the Kitchen.
I Gotta Get It!” - TBOG #041380

CHORUS:
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.
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In ya Stupid House, Stupid Chain, Stupid Car.
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Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar. Black, Black Superstar.
Black Superstar: They don’t care who YOU are.

“I see WE still killin’ over Jordans…..
Ain’t no punchline in THAT bar.
Black Superstar, ‘hood Legend.
If I can’t be The Man I’ll be the man who stood next to Him then,
Get him murked, get his work.
Get his bitch, get his perks.
Now YOU got The Bulls-eye on YOU Targét.
Tryinna R.I.P. (Hamilton) YOU ur in harms way.
When them sharpshooters in The Mask visit.
Better hope it ain’t YOUR last visit, they morals is low,
Like a casket is, just ‘cus, niggas love to stunt.
Niggas love to flash, guess it’s in OUR Blood.
From marginalized, to Stars in the Sky.
We want it ALL, not just Part of the Pie.
By, any means I guess get YOUR money BIG.
Ball til YOU Fall like London Bridge.” - TBOG #120279

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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.

Dark Comedy.

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VIDEO EnterAction: EnterView. by The Black Opera

The Following Video Demonstration is a Series of Answers to Questions Asked by Followers of The Black Opera.

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EnterMission. is HERE: ThrILL by The Black Opera [Composed by 14KT, featuring FYZA] (w/ LYRICS and ALBUM LINK)

“For REAL, I’m goin’ for the Kill.
Red carpets because of the blood SPILL.
YOU NEVER SEEN A KILLA THIS CLEAN.
There’s SO many things to do with a pillow besides DREAM (on it),
Sleep ON IT, or SCREAM under it.
White Gloves so I don’t leave bloody Prints.
There’s a METHOD to the MASSACRE,
Messy like afterbirth, forensics afterwards.
My Work is over, the curtains CLOSE.
Spectators just witnessed a Murder Show.
Sudden Death can seem SO terminal.
I’m Nocturnal lurkin’, No Mercy, I got the Urge to GO.
GET ‘EM, clothes fittin’ tailored to a T.
Formal wear made for ME to slay ‘em brutally.
She held me close as we exit through the Velvet Rope.
Another night another list of victims felt the Dose” - TBOG #120279

CHORUS 1:
“Ah I got it, Weapon concealed
So Fresh so MEAN ah-ah dressed to Kill
(YOU NEVER SEEN A KILLA THIS CLEAN)
Ah I got it, Weapon concealed
So Fresh so MEAN yea it’s just the ThrILL
(YOU NEVER SEEN A KILLA THIS CLEAN)” - #TheBlackOpEra

“Cool. Calm. Collect: The C’s I Live for.
Don’t let me Connect them 3 C’s like Bio-hazard Symbol.
Zero in the back. Coolest in the Nucleus.
That Heat in the front, could Get Low if YOU ludicrous,
Shooting shit. They Sniff Blow just to Do a Hit.
Weed in the Blunt. YOU see em Sober YOU’D Boo they shit.
I thought Pills was just for Women on they Period,
and white boys that’s Scared to Death to try Heroine.
Crack Rock, Aerosmith.
Hall of Fame ain’t YOUR Kind , If YOU ain’t already Kurt Cobain in YOUR Prime.
Ain’t nothing New about YOUR Lane: There’s a Line.
Go Back in Time YOU will Find…
There’s a thin line between Skinny Jeans and Dresses.
But, Baggy Pants look just as Pathetic, guess its Perception.
They say we either gotta act gay or wear women clothes,
smoke dope, be funny or a play a criminal.
Word to: Will Smith, Chris Tucker, Wesley Snipes, Martin Lawrence,
Dave Chapelle. Nigga FEEL THIS.
Cant forget: Ving Rhames Tyler Perry, Fuck Tyler
A lot of these rhymers is so Vagina.
Crying through monitors to they Fathers,
and Mothers that never Loved them, do to a Substance,
and Uncles that tried to fuck em, so they trust shit.
Never learned to be A MAN, so that just A BITCH.
Emotional in ‘Emo-Land’. Thats what WE stuck with.
Promotional. They Pee they pants for a Budget.
Its so many ways to Sell out YOUR Soul.
They yell ‘UnderGround’ but, really they Hoes.
I came to KILL EM but, they did it to Themselves.
Suicide its a Suicide. Nobody, heard they yells or came to Help.
They won’t be around Next Year.
Too many Trends, can’t look they SELF in the Mirror.
They won’t be around Next Year.” - TBOG #041380

CHORUS 2:
“I Can’t Describe This Type of HIGH.
(And, I cant describe this type of high)
I Can’t Describe, What I Feel. So HIGH.
(And, I cant describe why I feel so high)” - #TheBlackOpEra (featuring FYZA)

THRILL OF THE KILL.

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AUDIO DEMONSTRATION: Manute Bol by The Black Opera (w/ LYRICS and ALBUM COVER)

CHORUS:
“Here WE Go, High and Low.
Move or Lose. Let’s Start The Show.
Here WE Go, High and Low.
Prove or Lose. Let’s Start The Show.” - #TheBlackOpEra

“YOU scarin’ WHO?
Come with Sword, Spear and Javelin bet I barely move,
Haaa, YOU think YOU scarin’ US?
Let’s not get carried away like Kerri Strug.
David in physical stature.
But I’m a GIANT when it comes to the mental capacity.
YOU smoke weed ALL DAY gettin’ stoned like Goliath
So I’ma let YOU breathe; Manute Bol = WE the nicest” - TBOG #120279

“We got em toking off the caliber…” - #TheBlackOpEra

“I’m FOCUSED like a Gladiator.
Smokers try Battling, Imma Die Laughing like The Joker on Salvia.
False Prophets acting like they conscious on the track.
When they plottin’ on the Plaque and they nostrils on the Crack.
Contrasting with the normal niggas.
I don’t know yawl niggas.
Real Niggas only recognize REAL.
And Killer Niggas only recognize KILLS.
Information on the Record, Why YOU Snitchin’ on YOURSELF?” - TBOG #041380

“DUMMIES, I guess they ain’t Know the Ledge.
I roll with the best, I swear this Rap Music’s so pathetic.
But, WE gon make sure the Globe is Fed.
It’s over with once the Word gets Spread like cobra heads.
City on my back, do it for my Native Land.
BLACK OP TRIBAL MEMBERS DEEP LIKE FELA’S BAND.
Ovation’s stand raise them hands way up.
Blaze a Pathway: The Landscapers” - TBOG #120279

CHORUS:
“Here WE Go, High and Low.
Move or Lose. Let’s Start The Show.
Here WE Go, High and Low.
Prove or Lose. Let’s Start The Show.” - #TheBlackOpEra

“Niggas Hoe for The Doe, but ALL that shit Goes.
At the End of The Day: YOU Just a HOE for THE DOE.
Like “I got this close”. No Cigar, YOU just Blow.
No Rent. No Rings. No New Car. Just Skid Row.
And. Watch how they Sell They SELF Short.
How YOU sposed to LIVE with NO SOUL.
I know the Block taught YOU better.
HARDCORE NIGGAS BE THE FIRST ONES TO FOLD.” - TBOG #041380

“And YOUR clothes look Stupid.
But, not Stupid Fresh I mean the literal usage.
I would put YOU under my tutelage
But, then I’d look stupid just cuz of who my pupil is.
Ya shirt got a whole buncha designs on em.
It’s hard for someone to keep they eyes on em.
So for the Greater Good I’ll Build and Destroy
Then feed the needy, heel and employ” - TBOG #120279

“Some say Its just another Job, another Option,
For the niggas in the drop-top who had Nada.
They used to Flip the Crops, now they Head-lining.
Air-lining. HIGH to YOU can’t Find em.
Right.
While WE still up in the trenches.
Driven by the squealers with a Philips in ignition.
KILL to make a STEALIN’, STILL would STEAL to make KILLIN’.
MY SKILL WILL MAKE A MILLION FOR THE CHILDREN AND CIVILIANS.” - TBOG #041380

Manute Bol.

HUMBLE GIANT.

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