...emancipate urselves from mental slavery...
u can't
bury the word
NIGGER
but let the actions continue.
born on the back of porches
as savage and minstrel
words we never hear 2day
but still the package we live thru
seem since civil rights left
we been more backwards than kids’ shoes
thinkin if we got a few hunnids
in stacks and some crisp shoes
then we done made it big—
but still callin these cracklins our rich food
still plugged in2 the corners
niggas mackin when chicks move
but if she say nothin
she get attacked as a bitch—
PROVE
2 me
we somethin higher
cuz our mentals done expired
and this poverty’s stronger than physical
when
we think
we can't aspire
2 this upward mobility
these three year old girls be killin me
mean muggin from the womb
and we just laugh it off as silly
see
these school kids
who crackin on that boy
for doin arithmetic
screamin
YO BEIN WHITE!
but ask him for answers 2 the drill n shit
and we wonder why we payin students
2 bring a love of learnin
2 the skills they flip
not 2 be another dropout
draggin drug doe 2 the dealership
i sit and think round the clockers
where in this generation are our doctors?
our lawyers and our voices
our leaders that’ll watch us
but if i look around again
i see it’s WE we on a watch for
can't wait on y’all 2 act
cuz we’ll be sleepin in them boxes
days long gone from King dreamin
we need a scheme beyond the blocks y’all
but long as we scapegoats
we won't ever think we capable
long as u think u a nigger
ur mind and body gon’ stay lazy yo
frozen on the pa-tio
thinkin bout mercedes doe
they trapped us with the projects
so we can't pass on houses
2 the next generation yo
still redlinin our hoods
banks still don’t trust our paper yo
slicin us with credit cards
act now or debt’ll be the death of yo
got some grown ass rappers
who can't even pay their taxes
and little kids idolize em
stuffin bling bracelets under the mattress
but white folk kno just the hat tricks
feedin us MCs and athletes
don’t take no intellect 2 do this
so we stay suckin on this black meat
programmed 2 think this our only method
2 get out the street
ain't no
aspirin scholars
just chump dollars from this rap release
but the moment u fuck up,
fox news be lynchin on a laughin spree
they only let us niggas get but soooo far
before they crack our teeth
but with every reality
tv show
we proud of we
but just cuz our faces multiplied
don’t mean it’s positivity
SEE NIGGERS ALWAYS BEEN ON TV!
THIS SHIT IS FAR TOO EASY!
read from a script
grab a glock or ur dick
hoes make sure that weave is the slickest
and cuss him out too,
if need be
THERE’S MARKETS THAT KEEP OUR PALMS ALL KINDSA GREASY!
stereotypes carried over from the 1800s
back when mammy run it
now it’s rasputia who’s gruntin
now soulja boy spittin that shit
that even zipcoon can't stomach
but i don’t blame him—
he’s a gimmick
for when record labels push their buttons:
give ‘em the latest dance,
latest shuffle that they wantin
keep these niggers salivatin
but remainin in these slums &
feed ‘em finger-lickin pig feets,
red kool-aid 2 chase the rum
fast food joints on every corner
chokin on them sesame seed buns
see y’all white folks a trip
tellin’ us 2 eat organic
round here, that word’s a joke—
nigga, pass that bologna sandwich!
y’all hog all the whole foods 2 yaself
charge $10 for bananas
meanwhile a chicken box
ain't but $4.50
and THAT SHIT’LL DO SOME DAMAGE!
but we so full of itis
we can't even read the prices
thinkin we deserve this treatment
hood zombies livin lifeless
the ghettos just babysit us
don’t teach us 2
succeed but 2 survive this
weren’t taught 2 use
king and queen speak—
a long ways from Nefertiti and Isis
and it kills me 2 think
that it’s the 21st century
we still waitin on cotton paper
2 caress our hands so gently
and this decade,
IT AIN'T NO RACISM!
nobody pourin salt on me at diners
but it’s
1/4 niggas in bmore
behind barbed wire till their time’s up
it’s queens who gotta fight
2 have custody of their
vaginas
callin us murderers for abortions
cuz we can’t afford ur piece of the pie
it’s
that baby who woulda lived
2 repeat the cycle of his papa
missin in action
idolizin dribblin black men
with no respect for a woman
this side of the tracks i’m
spittin the puckerin truth
go ‘head and try 2 taste this
nowadays,
u ain't got-ta call me a nigger 2 be a racist
just grow up far away from us
with ur only representation
bein weezy/t-pain/new york/maury and flava flav
and tell me i speak so articulate,
i’m so well behaved!
runnin fingers thru my hair
2 feel the knots,
u’re so
amaaaaazed
at how we do it
turn bein poor in2 a movement
but if them crack dollars ain't invested
bro, u just look FOOLISH
don’t think we worthy of our accomplishments
so we wear chains of self-hatred
though we make that shit look maaaad fly
inside fear still dominates us
the diagnosis?
post traumatic slave disorder
and they still can't medicate us.
u can't
bury the word
NIGGER
but let the actions continue.
born on the back of porches
as savage and minstrel
words we never hear 2day
but still the package we live thru
seem since civil rights left
we been more backwards than kids’ shoes
thinkin if we got a few hunnids
in stacks and some crisp shoes
then we done made it big—
but still callin these cracklins our rich food
still plugged in2 the corners
niggas mackin when chicks move
but if she say nothin
she get attacked as a bitch—
PROVE
2 me
we somethin higher
cuz our mentals done expired
and this poverty’s stronger than physical
when
we think
we can't aspire
2 this upward mobility
these three year old girls be killin me
mean muggin from the womb
and we just laugh it off as silly
see
these school kids
who crackin on that boy
for doin arithmetic
screamin
YO BEIN WHITE!
but ask him for answers 2 the drill n shit
and we wonder why we payin students
2 bring a love of learnin
2 the skills they flip
not 2 be another dropout
draggin drug doe 2 the dealership
i sit and think round the clockers
where in this generation are our doctors?
our lawyers and our voices
our leaders that’ll watch us
but if i look around again
i see it’s WE we on a watch for
can't wait on y’all 2 act
cuz we’ll be sleepin in them boxes
days long gone from King dreamin
we need a scheme beyond the blocks y’all
but long as we scapegoats
we won't ever think we capable
long as u think u a nigger
ur mind and body gon’ stay lazy yo
frozen on the pa-tio
thinkin bout mercedes doe
they trapped us with the projects
so we can't pass on houses
2 the next generation yo
still redlinin our hoods
banks still don’t trust our paper yo
slicin us with credit cards
act now or debt’ll be the death of yo
got some grown ass rappers
who can't even pay their taxes
and little kids idolize em
stuffin bling bracelets under the mattress
but white folk kno just the hat tricks
feedin us MCs and athletes
don’t take no intellect 2 do this
so we stay suckin on this black meat
programmed 2 think this our only method
2 get out the street
ain't no
aspirin scholars
just chump dollars from this rap release
but the moment u fuck up,
fox news be lynchin on a laughin spree
they only let us niggas get but soooo far
before they crack our teeth
but with every reality
tv show
we proud of we
but just cuz our faces multiplied
don’t mean it’s positivity
SEE NIGGERS ALWAYS BEEN ON TV!
THIS SHIT IS FAR TOO EASY!
read from a script
grab a glock or ur dick
hoes make sure that weave is the slickest
and cuss him out too,
if need be
THERE’S MARKETS THAT KEEP OUR PALMS ALL KINDSA GREASY!
stereotypes carried over from the 1800s
back when mammy run it
now it’s rasputia who’s gruntin
now soulja boy spittin that shit
that even zipcoon can't stomach
but i don’t blame him—
he’s a gimmick
for when record labels push their buttons:
give ‘em the latest dance,
latest shuffle that they wantin
keep these niggers salivatin
but remainin in these slums &
feed ‘em finger-lickin pig feets,
red kool-aid 2 chase the rum
fast food joints on every corner
chokin on them sesame seed buns
see y’all white folks a trip
tellin’ us 2 eat organic
round here, that word’s a joke—
nigga, pass that bologna sandwich!
y’all hog all the whole foods 2 yaself
charge $10 for bananas
meanwhile a chicken box
ain't but $4.50
and THAT SHIT’LL DO SOME DAMAGE!
but we so full of itis
we can't even read the prices
thinkin we deserve this treatment
hood zombies livin lifeless
the ghettos just babysit us
don’t teach us 2
succeed but 2 survive this
weren’t taught 2 use
king and queen speak—
a long ways from Nefertiti and Isis
and it kills me 2 think
that it’s the 21st century
we still waitin on cotton paper
2 caress our hands so gently
and this decade,
IT AIN'T NO RACISM!
nobody pourin salt on me at diners
but it’s
1/4 niggas in bmore
behind barbed wire till their time’s up
it’s queens who gotta fight
2 have custody of their
vaginas
callin us murderers for abortions
cuz we can’t afford ur piece of the pie
it’s
that baby who woulda lived
2 repeat the cycle of his papa
missin in action
idolizin dribblin black men
with no respect for a woman
this side of the tracks i’m
spittin the puckerin truth
go ‘head and try 2 taste this
nowadays,
u ain't got-ta call me a nigger 2 be a racist
just grow up far away from us
with ur only representation
bein weezy/t-pain/new york/maury and flava flav
and tell me i speak so articulate,
i’m so well behaved!
runnin fingers thru my hair
2 feel the knots,
u’re so
amaaaaazed
at how we do it
turn bein poor in2 a movement
but if them crack dollars ain't invested
bro, u just look FOOLISH
don’t think we worthy of our accomplishments
so we wear chains of self-hatred
though we make that shit look maaaad fly
inside fear still dominates us
the diagnosis?
post traumatic slave disorder
and they still can't medicate us.
