Mud Sun - The Gangsta Way lyrics

I met a man today Said he didn't like rap that emancipates Told me I should rhyme in a gangsta way And this is what he had to say Now Dizraeli I haven't heard what you do But I've heard the criticism And every word of it's true I agree that it's important To keep alert of the truth But I'd like it more If you talked about murking my crew Tell me you're a murderous dude Servin' us Giving us third degree burns 'Til we learn not to be rude to rappers It makes me inexpressibly happy When a man I don't know threatens to stab me So call me fa**y break my nose bone And smash my teeth Tell me you're making mad G's Off the cream that you're getting from the back Of selling crack to teens Say you'll slaughter all the members of my family Except my mother You'll give her the special treatment Rape and bugger her until your testicles are bleeding I wanna know how many times she came before you finished And after that Please explain how big your dick is Is it really big? Like the size of a large salmon Do ladies leap upstream the minute you start shaggin' 'em? The kind of fish marine biologists can't fathom Is it a Moby Dick? Does it break apart galleons? I want to know every detail of your arrogance Penetrate me with your big rap talon Flay my back and write your anger on my skin I don't want art I want punishing I met a man today He tried to blame me for his mental state Said when I rap it programs his brain Well this is what he had to say Baba I know you I've heard your flow and it's smooth But you can't understand what your fans are going through I can't get over you So tell me what I'm supposed to do When every word you speak is a command I can't say 'No' to According to my personal therapist Your verses and characters And surgical narratives Are converted in my nervous system Into urgent imperatives That I'm virtually unaware of So where have my original thoughts gone? It's all yours And it's really unfair to your devoted followers To impose your code of honor on us By quoting philosophers And exposing us all to your so-called knowledge Leaving hip-hop addicts With the thought patterns of Rhodes Scholars Don't you even know why we listen to rap music? It's supposed to be black and abusive! As fans we're attracted to scratches and bruises It's not a ma** movement It's a masochist movement You can't use it for good, man You'd have to be stupid Your optimism is nothing but a ma**ive illusion And you need a cash infusion fast Your fashion sense proves it But I ain't makin' excuses for the slang that I'm usin' I'm just actin' out a gangster plot and being ruthless Cause I've got planks to walk And all you're doing is mocking all the angst I've got Can't you leave a brainwashed man in peace with his angry thoughts? Damn Thanks a lot Listen man What I was trying to say was I know rhyme can't brainwash Just the music and the games that we play That's the substances that our minds are made of And you saying black is abusive That's exactly the stupid attitude that's created Inflated, packaged, produced, and perpetuated By gangster music Don't you think? No man That was my attempt to satire The kind of ignorant fan that you imagine rap inspires That's why you're mad at their descriptions of violence Cause poetic license is wasted on the literal minded Rap is just a form of action fantasy You want to censor Quentin Tarantino too? Stop being a drama queen That's the view from in the bubble, Baba Of course what we spit is harmless When you're in a box seat of a minstrel show For the middle cla**es Like “Pa** the popcorn, watch the poor folk fight We'll be safe walking home at the close of the show Right?” Wait So a white kid who tries to epitomize "blackness" Is worse than a white kid who sits back and tries to criticize rappers In a British guy's accent? Besides, the middle cla**es who fetishize rap Just give it better finances There it is again You think blackness is wearing hats backwards And bragging about stabbing kids In a matter of gangsters That shows the damage done By amba**adors like Warren G And Snoop Dogg has not lifted blacks from poverty Maybe not But he has encouraged fans to think positively About their chances Rappers are examples of what kids can achieve But what they say is just words on a page And their power is inflated by your moral outrage Nah The power the bullsh** hyper-inflated gangster idiots Comes from middle cla** sadomasochism The fascination with creatures on the other side of the cla** division That want to k** us How deliciously cra** and thrilling We have the same fascination in accidents And cancer victims We hear a scream of agony and we have to listen Of course we don't have to act to give actual a**istance We prefer to give cash to the k**ers and stand at a distance The other power of the rapper is the power to make culture Which society buys 'til teenage soldiers stands on every corner And labels pa** the profit to stakeholders And leave the consequences of the horrors to the coroners Art creates culture Culture makes behavior This behavior makes day to day danger So I'm not for censorship But giving kids critical ears to listen with And tools to question what they hear In simple English That's common sense isn't it? Yeah, okay I can see the vicious cycle's action It's psychopathic how much violence happens When kids imitate the lives of rappers That's how our minds are adapted We're intrigued by a scandal But skip the criticism Let's flip the script And lead by example Right?