Is the groove good to you
Like when you lose your thing
Forgettin grits is grocery
And eggs is poultry
Makin a livin against those makin a k**in
Super black man gotha back
And is back in the building
If the prison is that skin you in
And your cell sittin inside your skull
They say you can't getaway
From ya damn self
When your earth is heaven
And your world be hell
Check your head
Armageddons at the foot of your bed
You ain't heard a word I said
Forget them slacks
I'm that throwback that
Threw that throwback
Back on the racks
To get my mind back
Oh say can you see
I get back it's still just a black and white TV
In lyin color brother
Gots to getaway to the other.
Never was too good
Off the top of my head
Cause I want y'all to know
Exactly what I said
This so-called war in Iraq
Over a thousand dead
That's about
10 a week
Even as I speak
33 percent of black males in jail
55 percent of black students will fail
85 percent of black folks forgot
We were slaves
Up inside this box
America got folks brains on lock
Forget the connects
Some wanna buy what's next
Wear it like a sign up in that chest
Y'all should know Papa don't take no mess
If you think your past is irrelevant
Don't you know ol' soul pays the god damn rent
That messiah ain't never
Gonna come as long as
You thinkin freedom
Is bein free to be dumb
Soul is back
So flip them hits back
Damn the fashion
I wanna know where's the pa**ion
Thinkin we came a long way baby
Sayin poor Michael's psycho
And Prince he's crazy
But what has Bob, Mick, Sir Paul
Done for you lately
How they maintain on your brain
Seems to escape me
Heard some ghetto cats
Don't like metal rap
Hear it and fear it
And they think its wack
They don't even know that the blues is black
And when I rap is back to the roots
Where I be at
Not some 30 year old who don't know facts
Who's wild sayin things like some juvenile
Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
Got a world of white folks
Thinkin it's style
Think I'm hatin cause you lack the information
'Cause we the FBI still gots on file