Ted Roe - Jack Crow lyrics

[Granddad] Because I laid my game down quite flat [Riley] Game? What you know about the game, Granddad? [Granddad] I know the game. I know the game. Your granddaddy knows the game [Riley] Game recognize game, Granddad [Granddad] I recognize game! Your granddaddy recognize game! [Riley *To Fade*] Game recognize game and you lookin' kinda unfamiliar right now I - I can't... Where's Granddad? Can I help you, sir? [Ted Roe] See, Young Money is short, make my hoagies with that old bread Molded myself taking notes after the old heads Fresh duece and a quarter, owned businesses, supported Brothers in the streets that's trying to leven up the short bread Smoking Swisher Sweets, rolled a joint and wait to blow it Hustle at the pool hall, quick to put one in yo forehead Pimpin', never slippin', always chillin', I was told that Keep an eye on crackers cause they k** you with no warning See, legions of us lynched, but you would never know it And for this, justice is what we won't be rewarded 3/5's of a man, yet they built 5/3's of yo sh** Then those Jive Turkeys put that poison our Crow's Nest So who's the Judge of Human Rights who put our case the lowest? And still we rise lookin' so blessed, notice They thought it ended with a Black President, it's evident That Revolution's at the door, cuz SWAMP is in the Residence Ted Roe, not a Prez, but still The Chairman and Executive Reparations preparations, making that my message is The destiny developed, either f** with it or fail to it Uzi weighs a ton, sweep up the shells from it No evidence, an extra long clip, and still step like I'm gelling it, b**h! Ain't no telling wit, Theo at the aim Because all his aspirations come from the Astral Plane As rage stains my brain with the thangs that we've been thru No shame in my game, I elevate above The Minstrel I'm Jack Crow, baby! [Paul Mooney *Fades In*] Black people walk like that because we have style... We got flavor. We got rhythm. I mean... The Black Man in America is the most copied man on this planet Bar none Everybody wanna be a "n***a" but nobody wanna be a "n***a"... How about that question? You know they ain't gonna let a n***a have nothing... When we wore naturals, they took that. They take everything They took Tina Turner. They took Michael Jackson They took James Brown... they gave him back Who else'd they take? Lionel Richie Oh, they'll take stuff. Can you think of anybody else they took? They won't let us have too much fun