[9th Wonder:]
When the slave masters found out they we were singing to each other to run. When they found out we were singing spirituals to run to the North. They found out we were putting messages in our songs. From 1988 1993, Black college enrollment went up 47%. And that was because of the music. That was beacause of I didnt know about the only four black people I knew about was Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, well five, George Washington Carver, Booker T. Washington, and maybe Malcolm X, depending on what school you went to
[MK Asante:]
Live from the flames of Baltimore
What you call this you dont call it war?
Tanks in my hoodno aquarium
No thanks, Nat Guard, aint scared of em
Buzz cuts in Humvees, hunt me, bluntly
Cuz I be the color of blunt leaves
Leavin streets redder than monthlys
Black life, we on that month-to-month lease
So we burn this b**h
Wake up, shoot a scene like Im Ernest Dick
My jawn, caked up, she done earned this dick
Stakes up, memoirs of an earnest kid
Unforgettable, super un-fukwitable
MK insurance, acclaim critical
No a**urance even with insane visuals
Hype when they indict, slave residuals (Ha!)
And I get paid in miracles
Dont get played, man, they aim subliminal
Behind bars, super-maxin minimals
Jump on a Nottz Raw track, wax spiritual (sheesh)
Measure my net worth in megahertz
So much d**h in my turf got megahertz
And Im use to pain, I think Im better hurt
Kurt Cobain, ngh, with d**h I flirt
k**adelphia, Pistolvania
Learned how to play ball with a hanger
They used to cut ya balls off when they hang ya
Balls like these so rare they endangered
Bulletproofed the Range, rarely in danger
Out ya range, dog, Mesopotamia
With my young boys rearranging our anger
Indie 500 on the systema banger!
[HALO:]
No yolo, slime on the dolo
Jamla paramaters we bounce like Pogo
Hands down we the best no promo
Dubai, Soweto to Soho
Acapulco blueberry lemonade loco
Im so faded cant you tell
Get off Twitter, my n***a, you cant spell
Embarrasing as hell, oh well, nother brain fail
As I skip to my Lou, its gotta be the shoes
Better yet the man in the move with the grooves
Of the record needle, life is never evil
We the better people, Zulu Knievel
Still putting TVs in your whip, huh?
Mispronouncing Maybach and sh**, huh?
Chicken chop light on the sauce though
Black Jedi Nomad go where the force go