6fingers - Out The Gate lyrics

[Intro] "Feeling is gone and I must get it back...right away" [Verse One] They call us "gooks", "chinks", "beaners", "n******gs" Threw in the word "b**h" to degrade my sisters And I grew up idolizing hoes Rappers who call women "hoes" You know, ain't no fun if the homies don't Life ain't nothing but b**hes and money And face down, a** up That's the way, running man Right over the murder rap k** a n***a, shoot a n***a Young Bam' was loving that (Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat) Not really tripping on the cost of life lost Even after watching Frankie get half his face shot off Never knew the root cause Why are we k**ing us? "n***a", "b**h", "ho", just a word like "injustice" f** it man the beat was hot Walk to the ba** drop Ingest that genocide Pa** me that 40 watt G's up, hoes down Hole in your head holmes Next thing you know I'm fist fighting with a pistol [Interlude: Bambu talking] Nah, nah, nah, f** that. It is what you say. Cause what you say affects what you do. Ya know [Hook] Stick and stones may bones but words won't do sh** to me So f** those words my revolver turns And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me They call us, "gook", "chink", "n***a", "spic" "Rag head", "beaner", "f*ggot", "b**h" "Nip", "kike", "ho", "A-rab" "Jap", "moolie", "haji", "wet back" [Verse Two] So I need to hit that rewind bu*ton Listen to that old sh** Go back to the cemetery, pay my friends a visit Listen close then I study it, why are we in love with it? Why do we attach our ghetto culture to a pistol grip? What about the corner stores? Hanging with your moms or Playing with at your friend's crib Trade Nintendo cartridges Nah, we own records like, "f** Another Person's Life" Disrespecting women when we raised by women Then I'm puzzled but I get it when Music is stuck in corporate hands Money dictate what the radio is playing Hmmmm So the ignorant wins Big money sweep away Public Enemy and 'em Dead prez, Native Guns, Technique and 'em Don't k** enough n***as for them corporate ends Don't slap enough hoes Don't jiggle enough a** Tell our people to Get Free and spread that cash [Interlude: Bambu talking] Spread that cash. Not spread that a**. Stupid [Hook] [Verse Three] Now there's history behind it too Let me break it down for you Strategy how colonizing people instrumental To the words on them instrumentals This is all planned Through the years they have programmed the black and brown man To destroy what is ugly and k** what is evil and Guess what is evil, that's right, (you n***a!) When that Bible you toting spread lies when it's open I laughed at Charlton Heston when he spread that ocean Ha ha ha It make you laugh don't it? Well check it, here's a lil' something else I noticed If I was, on one side of the street in my hood And a white boy was on the other side of the street in my hood Brothers quick to hit me up first, prolly try and jump me While that white is walking 'round with pockets full of money That's the self hate, pa**ed on We hate our own So the colonizer win with every murder on that song [Interlude: Bambu talking] Murder him, murder him, shoot him. Let's be authentic man. Shut the f** up and do something right [Hook]