[Intro]
Yessir
Know what, I'm taking 'n***a' out of my vocab
But tell you what:
[Verse]
Malcolm X destroyed it
We exploit it
Definition of a n***a
White folks enjoy it
Love to rub it in like a soothing ointment
Since we call each other one
They don't see what my point meant
n***a and n***a - two different things
Heart predicated by the use of colorscheme
Martin Luther had a dream
That n***a'd probably scream
If he heard we're calling him that
Instead of a King - see:
n******gs got hit with hoses
Chased on horses
Ropes round throats
Trees dangled the corpses of n******gs
n***as - is that what we are?
From the 60s to the present, guess we ain't got far
Guess Rosa Parks should've bought herself a car
Instead of getting cuffed up by the f**in law
Just to have her grandkids call another "Blacks"
n***as more than the clan did
Uh, I ain't playin homie
While I accept being a n***a [?] refuse [?]
Solely, only for the real not the phony
I've been hearing Asians, Whites saying
"n***a, that's baloney!"
Let me take you n***as to school
You can't say it's-a me, cause I say it's-a you
Don't pa** an unwritten law, it don't make you cool
So just enjoy Eminem and don't piss in the pool - meaning:
Don't wear out your Welcome
If anybody still don't get it
I'd be happy to help 'em (help 'em what?)
Get the f** outta here
You can tan all you want but try for 400 years (haha)
Racism keeps gettin bigger
For let a white boy call you one, you's a dumb n***a
We used to fight every day over that sh**
[?] Moreno Valley
Y'all s** a black dick
That was '88, '89 and '90
He used to take us off the bus
The bus driver did descry me
Sit white kids in place of us
And leave us waiting for an hour for the next f**ing bus
Wish I'd find that driver now, i'd fu*k YOU UP
[?] don't define my life
And every Black don't like Soul Food
The chitlins' all right
Well chicken - hmm - chicken I like
[Hook]
Ro' Parks, [?] and Malcolm:
- They ain't n***as, so why you n***as?
[?] Mandela, Huey P. and Martin:
- They ain't n***as, so why you n***as?
[?] Angelo and Harry Belafonte:
- They ain't n***as, so why you n***as?
[?] and Angela Davis:
- They ain't n***as, so why we n***as?
[Skit/Outro]
Yes, my Brothers and Sisters, see
That word, that N-Word, is some poison
We must defuse, but we must choose to defuse that word
See, back in the 60s during the movement we fought not to be n***as
Now we fighters we want to BE n***as
I don't understand
So come with me
And we will do something real beautiful and glorious tonight
Because you have to understand Brothers
We've got to get it together
You understand me?
It's revolution-time
I'm on the frontline
You know what I mean?
(phone rings) Oh, hello?
Oh yeah, oh no b**h I mean
sh**, come on over
Uh, yes I got that drink on you know
I'ma show you some p**y my n***a you know
I keep the b**hes coming over
Uh-oh, excuse me I mean
Yes my Brothers, like Martin says, like Jesse Jackson
We've got to get things together
My Brothers, my Sisters
[?]
See, that's some real n***a