Ultra Black song is from the album King’s Disease. The song is sung by Nas feat. Hit Boy. The song’s music is composed & penned by Hit Boy. Music Label Mass Appeal.
Ultra Black Song Credits
Song Title – Ultra Black
Album – King’s Disease
Composer -Hit Boy
Singer – Nas feat. Hit Boy
Lyricist – Hit Boy
Music Label – Mass Appeal
Ultra Black Song Lyrics
Nas, Nas, Nas
Yeah
Nas, Nas
We goin’ we goin’
Uh, uh
My pants ‘posed to sag, yeah
We goin’ ultra, yeah
We goin’ ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don’t fold or crack
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin’ postal
We goin’ ultra black
Watchin’ the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit ‘posed to slap
We goin’ ultra black, we goin’
We goin’ uh
Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz
‘Til my toes are tagged
How I look being told I’m not supposed to brag
Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it’s facts, we ultra black
Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that
Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black
Accept where I’m at and not fight me on it
Emotional stares like I might be wanted
Pitch black like the night, I’m ultra black
Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black
Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success
We goin’ ultra black, like the Essence Fest
Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath
African black soap caress the flesh
Superfly, The Mack, sittin’ fly in the ‘Lac
Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter
My son’ll be my resurrection
Constantly learnin’ lessons, I never die, you get the message
I hope you be better than I, life’s precious
Two steppin’
Sometimes I’m over-black, even my clothes are black
Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
We goin’ ultra black, unapologetically black
The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black
We goin’ ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don’t fold or crack
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin’ postal
We goin’ ultra black
Watchin’ the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit ‘posed to slap
We goin’ ultra black
We goin’
We goin’ ultra black
Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that
Pre-rolls and ‘gnac, what’s the results to that
C-notes and bags
She knows I’m classy like I’m Billy Dee Williams
Go ultra black , Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II
Black like out in the Lou’, black don’t crack
It’s like the fountain of youth, the culture’s black
Like Iman, she beautiful, goin’ ultra black
To Africa, you say, “Go back”
I stay pro-black, my Amex black
Black like cornrows, afros
Black like Kaep’ blackballed from the Super Bowl
Hall & Oates, I can’t go for that
Motown Museum, Detroit, I’m ultra black
This for New York and all the map
No matter your race, to me, we all are black
We goin’ ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don’t fold or crack
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin’ postal
We goin’ ultra black
Watchin’ the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit ‘posed to slap
We goin’ ultra black
We goin’
Nas, Nas
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