One time for your mind it's Tim'm and Nonce
Shortest month of the year, white supremacist stunt
We ampin' these 28 days like it's 28 months
Story time for the children, cuz once
Upon a time we were forbidden to read and write
Black codes like cornrows and railroads, Harriet's light
Sojourner's might... ancestral plight
So we draw upon genealogical optical might
We stay woke, when they was tryna break the broken
Eyes wide open staring devils down as they ropin'
Our people know that the darker it gets, the later the hour
Still we gonna forever find that Black power
That's resilient, fulfillment of our people's destiny
Here in '25 to fight the enemy
2 Black GenXrs with that decades-long symmetry
Periodic table alignment, it's chemistry
Onyx, indigo, carbon, allotrope
Fly 90s phyne or 90s rhyme (Dope)
We Black medallion on powers trying' keep us upset
Black boy joy on a lyrical set
And dropping knowledge like griots: Imhotep
Xero Nonce, go head and take mic from T West
Appreciate the introduction Mr. West
Now, Let the Sun from the East
Greet my fellow tribesman with "Peace"
We need it, receive it and breathe it
Then, Do our very best
Cause it's my words that I manifest
Our ancestors didn't die, cry, and bleed
Just for
Twenty
Eight
Days
What they really hiding up their sleeves?
The shortest month
The gumption
Without (Our) Black Dollars
Their machine can't function
We're Bright, beautiful and magik
Every time we make something
Our style is bitten, it's patented
A Langston Hughes Linguistic
Willie Ninja with the word play
When, I Pop, Dip and Spin -ish
Splendid pen
That, takes great notes
You Hope
My folk, don't get woke
Instead, we cope
These Devils light the fire
But don't want none of the smoke
I watched the chocolate city go from Grimmy Pretty to Vanilla Titties
Becky with the good hair, book end twerkin, say she a "bad biddie"
Such a pity, it's our culture, silly Billy
It's our job to evolve
Your duty to resolve
Oppression of wealth
So we can continue to do for self
Unless, you scared, which we all can see
Entitlement issues always downplays unity
I really think for the next scene
We can have
A Cook-out
In the Front Lawn
Of The White House
EVERY Juneteenth!
Xero Nonce - Twenty-Eight Days (feat. Tim'm West) Lyrics
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One time for your mind it's Tim'm and Nonce
Shortest month of the year, white supremacist stunt
We ampin' these 28 days like it's 28 months
Story time for the children, cuz once
Upon a time we were forbidden to read and write
Black codes like cornrows and railroads, Harriet's light
Sojourner's might... ancestral plight
So we draw upon genealogical optical might
We stay woke, when they was tryna break the broken
Eyes wide open staring devils down as they ropin'
Our people know that the darker it gets, the later the hour
Still we gonna forever find that Black power
That's resilient, fulfillment of our people's destiny
Here in '25 to fight the enemy
2 Black GenXrs with that decades-long symmetry
Periodic table alignment, it's chemistry
Onyx, indigo, carbon, allotrope
Fly 90s phyne or 90s rhyme (Dope)
We Black medallion on powers trying' keep us upset
Black boy joy on a lyrical set
And dropping knowledge like griots: Imhotep
Xero Nonce, go head and take mic from T West
Appreciate the introduction Mr. West
Now, Let the Sun from the East
Greet my fellow tribesman with "Peace"
We need it, receive it and breathe it
Then, Do our very best
Cause it's my words that I manifest
Our ancestors didn't die, cry, and bleed
Just for
Twenty
Eight
Days
What they really hiding up their sleeves?
The shortest month
The gumption
Without (Our) Black Dollars
Their machine can't function
We're Bright, beautiful and magik
Every time we make something
Our style is bitten, it's patented
A Langston Hughes Linguistic
Willie Ninja with the word play
When, I Pop, Dip and Spin -ish
Splendid pen
That, takes great notes
You Hope
My folk, don't get woke
Instead, we cope
These Devils light the fire
But don't want none of the smoke
I watched the chocolate city go from Grimmy Pretty to Vanilla Titties
Becky with the good hair, book end twerkin, say she a "bad biddie"
Such a pity, it's our culture, silly Billy
It's our job to evolve
Your duty to resolve
Oppression of wealth
So we can continue to do for self
Unless, you scared, which we all can see
Entitlement issues always downplays unity
I really think for the next scene
We can have
A Cook-out
In the Front Lawn
Of The White House
EVERY Juneteenth!
Shortest month of the year, white supremacist stunt
We ampin' these 28 days like it's 28 months
Story time for the children, cuz once
Upon a time we were forbidden to read and write
Black codes like cornrows and railroads, Harriet's light
Sojourner's might... ancestral plight
So we draw upon genealogical optical might
We stay woke, when they was tryna break the broken
Eyes wide open staring devils down as they ropin'
Our people know that the darker it gets, the later the hour
Still we gonna forever find that Black power
That's resilient, fulfillment of our people's destiny
Here in '25 to fight the enemy
2 Black GenXrs with that decades-long symmetry
Periodic table alignment, it's chemistry
Onyx, indigo, carbon, allotrope
Fly 90s phyne or 90s rhyme (Dope)
We Black medallion on powers trying' keep us upset
Black boy joy on a lyrical set
And dropping knowledge like griots: Imhotep
Xero Nonce, go head and take mic from T West
Appreciate the introduction Mr. West
Now, Let the Sun from the East
Greet my fellow tribesman with "Peace"
We need it, receive it and breathe it
Then, Do our very best
Cause it's my words that I manifest
Our ancestors didn't die, cry, and bleed
Just for
Twenty
Eight
Days
What they really hiding up their sleeves?
The shortest month
The gumption
Without (Our) Black Dollars
Their machine can't function
We're Bright, beautiful and magik
Every time we make something
Our style is bitten, it's patented
A Langston Hughes Linguistic
Willie Ninja with the word play
When, I Pop, Dip and Spin -ish
Splendid pen
That, takes great notes
You Hope
My folk, don't get woke
Instead, we cope
These Devils light the fire
But don't want none of the smoke
I watched the chocolate city go from Grimmy Pretty to Vanilla Titties
Becky with the good hair, book end twerkin, say she a "bad biddie"
Such a pity, it's our culture, silly Billy
It's our job to evolve
Your duty to resolve
Oppression of wealth
So we can continue to do for self
Unless, you scared, which we all can see
Entitlement issues always downplays unity
I really think for the next scene
We can have
A Cook-out
In the Front Lawn
Of The White House
EVERY Juneteenth!
Writer: Timothy West, Antonio Eades
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