D Smoke – Black Habits I (ft. Jackie Gouche) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Dsmoke drops Black Habits I featuring Jackie Gouche in time for black history month. Watch Video, Get lyrics, Mp3 Download.

D Smoke Black Habits (ft. Jackie Gouche)

After dropping his amazing album Black Habits last week that features appearances from Jill Scott, SiR, Ari Lennox and more, D Smoke is now following up with a video for the LP’s title track that completely encompasses what it means to be a proud Black man even with understanding the hard reality of African American ancestry.

Released right on time to coincide with Black History Month, the video for “Black Habits” is an eye-opening, extremely cinematic experience that takes viewers back to the days of slavery that can still be hard to watch. While the narrative that D creates here can be unsettling for some, it’s still important to understand where African American culture comes from and how it speaks directly to the song’s subject matter. Overall, the journey from cotton fields and working in plantation-style homes to potentially rising up to buy back said land and claim it for yourself is an ideology that we definitely can get behind. Much respect to D Smoke for cooking up this one.

Watch the music video for “Black Habits” by D Smoke above, and listen to his album of the same name right now on all streaming platforms.

D Smoke – Black Habits I (ft. Jackie Gouche)

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LYRICS

[Intro: D Smoke]
Mm, Supa Good
Inglewood

[Verse 1: D Smoke]
Purple rain fallin’ down on a prince of the coast where the sunshine
All year ’round (Mm)
Purple haze over landscapes, still I hydrate in a lunch line
With the smog in clouds (‘Wood), start me out (Uh)
This song’s in the key of life and love is in need of more
Young nigga from Inglewood, barefoot on a cedar floor
If black music is the blood, then my heart has been beatin’ more
Rapidly, happily, I look back on Afeni Shakur
Her son paved the way, now all eyes on me
‘Cause I’m young, black and gifted, Nina, all eyes gon’ see
If you swung back when faced with a challenge
That’s meant to break you, and balanced scales
You ain’t average, now throw your hands on three
Go on and put ’em up for

[Chorus: Jackie Gouche & D Smoke, Both]
Black magic, black excellence
Black habits, this black medicine, everything
Black Chucks, black tux, everything, everything
Black hug, black love, everything
Praise black Jesus, play black Moses
Give ’em flowers while they still here, black roses, everything
Black tie, black ride, everything, everything
Black pride, black lives, everything (Ah-ah-ah)

[Post-Chorus: D Smoke]
Skin noire, friends noire, here you are, black
Everything you need, better believe you are that, said
Skin noire, friends noire, here you are, black, every—

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
Every time they hear this, they gon’ say he made an anthem, life ain’t a panda
Shit ain’t black and white, it’s a canvas
Spike Lee your dreams and Bruce Lee your tantrums
Two-three that bullshit and go Michael Jordan, go Samson
Knockdown the walls around me, strong and dark and so handsome, uh
Everything around me is shinin’ dark and the timing’s divine
I found a spark when the clouds leak and the rainfall, and I found peace
I’m black as the concrete, black as the street that’s lined with the palm trees
I’m black as the night sky when you broke and your bread and your bacon just don’t meet
Black as the bottom of Chuck Taylors, black on some “Fuck haters”
Black as the burnt rubber, hittin’ donuts in front of the store where two months later
They got stopped and the cops found a black burner underneath the seat on some Nat Turner
Black as the judge robe when the case closed, now your life on the back burner

[Chorus: Jackie Gouche & D Smoke, Both]
Black magic (Black magic), black excellence (Black excellence)
Black habits (Black habits), this black medicine (Yeah), everything
Black Chucks, black tux, everything, everything
Black hug, black love, everything
Praise black Jesus (Yeah), play black Moses (Hah)
Give ’em flowers while they still here, black roses, everything
Black tie, black ride, everything, everything
Black pride, black lives, everything (Ah-ah-ah)

[Post-Chorus: D Smoke]
Skin noire, friends noire, here you are, black
Everything you need, better believe you are that, said
Skin noire, friends noire, here you are, black
Everything you need, better believe you are that

[Verse 3: D Smoke]
Mira negrito, puro amor pa’ mis morenitos
Hice un giro cambiando idioma’
Vuelan palomas encima del rollercoaster
Calles cerca de la playa, ocean view
Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice, we dancin’ to soca too
Only fuck with few real niggas that chill with us, build with us or deal with us
Never pulled the trigger aimin’ at another man, but real hitters still pick up the phone (Ayy, Smoke, what you need?)
I ain’t on this mission alone
Used to dream of really stackin’ my funds, now my windows just as black as my guns
I feel divine, it came on time, God never changes
Ain’t gon’ lie, I lost faith and cried, then my faith revived
And as soon as I let go and surrendered to Him my talents
This young king took off like, “Go, Go Gadget”, there go that

[Chorus: Jackie Gouche & D Smoke, Both]
Black magic, black excellence
Black habits, this black medicine, everything
Black Chucks, black tux, everything, everything
Black hug, black love, everything
Praise black Jesus, play black Moses
Give ’em flowers while they still here, black roses, everything
Black tie, black ride, everything, everything
Black pride, black lives, everything (Ah-ah-ah)