Trial of the Golden Witch - White n***a lyrics

Digibro: Can't be on a mic, say you don't bite flow What you know ain't a packaged with your soul That baggage come and go, from the pink tube to the black hole Rap gold ain't a n***a birthright, it's the iron throne What you condone is of no consequence Your sense of righteousness essentially irrelevant I sent the message I intended, defended My mind that you thought you upended, my friend it's Essential, to be only me, that's myself Concerned with my wealth and with my mental health So what did they call me in school? let me help It might start with an N, right, wait, holy hell I nearly forgot that I'm white so Lemme not say n***a when I sing along to a rap song 'cause that would be racist - segregate the language Forget my identity, let's all save faces f** that - buck that trend like the bull that it is Save the white guilt for the kids In the burbs never heard of a word like "trap" Or been schooled in the bap 'cause they think it's for blacks We stand on the cultural backs of our parents A swirling milkshake of our heritage That I drink down, for the powers of those before Imbued with the fire by which future I forge Ninouh: It's not a throne it's a hot seat And Chucky D Was keeping it warm He got up to dust his shoes In no time a bunch of other n***as changed up the form Sound of the hood and the streets Used to rebel and release Years of abuse from police Captured on vinyl CDs Music from a whole generation Was penetrating and changed minds of all different races All these f**ers like to talk about their figures Proud of how they're getting bigger When they never stop to give a thought Measure every listener with melanin Then see the number jettisoned when compared with the records bought So if you're mad about the people saying things that YOU WROTE DOWN Well you're looking at this business wrong Don't be a n***a writing n***a if some n***as who ain't n***as ain't the n***as who can sing along Did you get that, do you peep this, do you understand? Did you really need a nobody from London Town To spell it out with common sense, well all you punks should hang If it was up to Black and Platinum there would be no debate It's either everybody stops or we just live with this fate There's no underlying message of subliminal hate Don't respond with segregation when you opened the gates It's Nine Oh