Justin Timberlake - B(L)ack Track lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh sh**! Pat's at it again Making White folk mad in a panicky bend Best of luck, if had a f**, wouldn't give it up For the feelings of the children of the ones who gave the whippings I'm motherf**ing Black, and I'm motherf**ing proud Motherf**ing loud - Can you f**ers hear me now? Your reign on the top just stopped - Peace Privilege And it should be given that I'm livin' my opinion But you're quite livid - Why, you didn't get it? I'm sorry, can't relate, I got a lot up on my plate I exist in a space when my case to exist Is a pace and a skip to the grave from the crib And it's not your fault if an ancestor got mad pleasure From my people's displeasure with the leather But whip me into shape in a debate about race? You best vacate, go and turn about face "How he gone behave? Now why's he in a craze?" Look b**h, it's a free world, what you want me to say? I apologize if you feeling sodomized By the thought of my rebel ways Let me fortify the phrase - Rebel Ways So if you ain't privy to rebel rage, you ain't seen sh** yet Call my bluff, place bets If I ain't f**ing fell on my Black face yet And y'all still uptight - I must be doing something right, 'cause [Hook 1] With so much drama in the world today It's kinda hard being B-L-A-C-K They hanging onto every little word I say Looking for me to slip up, to persecute a n***a But this Black brother ain't bending over backwards I'm not your boy and no, you're not my master So back the f** up and don't catch feelings Your reaction is revealing but it ain't all that appealing [Refrain] Ha - Ha - Ha - Ha - You mad? You mad? Ha - Ha - Ha - Ha - Too bad - Too bad Ha - Ha - Ha - Ha - You mad? You mad? Ha- Ha - Ha - Ha - Ha - Ha - Who's bad? [Verse 2] "Stop that Black guy! I don't like what he said" Well stop these cops - I don't like to be dead And I don't like to be fed that liberal bullsh** All lives matter? I'm sorry, what's the matter? I've lost my place in this great American novel I missed the part on White plight, but what do I know? The burden of a man? Determined by his hands And the pigment that is in them - It wasn't my invention Drok said, "Never let a White man give you trouble" And that motherf**er German, I ain't living in a bubble Humble when I wanna be, not when you want me to be And if that ain't case, tell my G's we was never free And ready up a riot, f** it, we already dying Cuz these White n******gs flipping over gluten free diets While these triggers steady prying, every politician lying Yeah I'm violent - Wanna deny my rights? Come and try it [Hook] You beat around the bush, like pervert outside a window I'm weeded on the kush and indo - Okay [Verse 3] "Seriously" - If what you're fearing is me You ain't hearing the pleas, you don't wanna believe There's millions of motherf**ers just like me D-D-Do the math ba*tard, it's not just me You dummies can't see, though articulate and innocent I helm from a family of hell, mad n******gish Gotta spit ridiculous for you to understand That I've seen some sh** couldn't dream, goddamn But Eurocentricity's a mystery to me A disease - Blinds you from what you oughta see Kid, please, I can wipe my a** with your degree You think that piece of paper gone save you? Sheeeit The nature of your nutriment's a little segregated You live it, you defend it, you were never meant to change it And any fella questioning the state of your arrangement You holla 'bout equality when you ain't never gave sh** Contrast between that and everything you've taken is stark The answer to where we gonna start In why this conversation's never taken place and Your Facebook face, ain't the same when in yo basement We know what you be saying, We ain't playing, I'm reporting It's important I implore a little wisdom while recording These punk mother f**ers support every sport They'd cower if a power forward stepped on they porch Or perhaps I got the torch, going forth on a witch hunt Ain't gotta name names - They're relevant this much Zip c*nts, the thighs of your guise are closed Ain't f**ing my culture 'round me, no more And if it's awfully awkward for all of ya, call up a therapist Tell her how fragile your peril is And how oppressing my ebonexpression is Wait, what's the lesson? Forgot what the question is I'm just f**ing with you White people...you know I love you