[DJ Premier]
This is a public service announcement
Yeah, to ban the word, n***a, ho, b**h, uh huh
So, let's have a discussion, let's talk about it
See what the hip-hop community, the streets, the hood, feel about this sh** right here
[Intro]
DJ Premier: Yo Poet, how do you feel about that sh**, man?
Blaq Poet: Mind your motherf**ing business. This is hood sh**, hip-hop sh**
[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]
Now how the f** you gon' tell us what to say?
We live with n***as and b**hes and hoes everyday
Now if I call my n***a my n***a, that's how we talk
If I call some ho a b**h, that's how she walks
Now if I say it on records, than that's how it go
Would you let your kids sit back and watch p**no? No
So don't blame it on me cause little Susie
Want to shake what her momma gave her, sell crack to the neighbors
Jesse, you're a player, and Oprah, you're a f**ing hater
And here's a middle finger for New York's finest
Click, clack, blaow, hold that Don Imus
They try to say what we say is negative
But there's a war going on in Iraq that's k**ing kids
I say what I say, I spit how I spit it
Hip-hop brought more races together than the Olympics
We got white boys with braids, Chinese with waves
That ain't the f**ing Jim Crow days
So shut the f** up and get off our dick
And don't worry if I say you's a n***a, ho, b**h
[Sample]
"Come here"
[DJ Premier]
Psst, what up
[Verse 2: Panchi]
There's a war going on outside, it's like a virus
We're getting attacked by Sharpton and Imus
And Harpo acting like she numb
Ho get a couple dollars, b**h forget where she from
I scream nappy headed ho with immunity, you crazy
A strong black woman raised me
Whipped my a**, in the shape to drop j**els on a baby
And that's why the God ain't lazy
You mad at us now? Come on, my n***a
Jesse Jackson even said it for show, my n***a
At the Source Awards to a round of applause
And I know he rehearsed before he said that curse
And so did I, s** a dick and die
Got a political angle cause your career's in a tangle
Try to f** with my label, take food off my table
That's brother against brother, like Cain and Abel
[Sample]
"Good god, a whole lot of n***as here today"
"Look at here, you motherf**ers came in a bunch, did you"
[Verse 3: Shabeeno]
They say hip-hop is dying, don't believe that, pa
Long as Preem making beats, I know CPR
R.A.W., no other way to give it to you
Looked up to you, but now I got to sh** on you
Russ, it was good when you was eating off of sh** like
"n***as better get it right, b**hes better get it right"
Explicit lyrics, Im'ma say what I wanna
Al and Russell wants to bump their heads in a sauna
Trying to control what I write, censor my mic
Want to stereotyped if you live my life
If you came where I come from, then y'all already know
A lady from a b**h probably know a couple hoes
So you ain't gonna Imus me, Bill O'Reilly me
Can't send cop to us to 2 Live Crew us
Al, you're bugging, concentrate on the trial
Make sure they rot in the cell for what they did to Sean Bell
Motherf**ers
[Sample]
"Why you want to f** with me, n***a?"
"b**h this, b**h that, n***a this, n***a that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat"
"sh**, somebody get this n***a off of me"