[Intro]
"Feeling is gone and I must get it back...right away"
[Verse One]
They call us "gooks", "chinks", "beaners", "n******gs"
Threw in the word "b**h" to degrade my sisters
And I grew up idolizing hoes
Rappers who call women "hoes"
You know, ain't no fun if the homies don't
Life ain't nothing but b**hes and money
And face down, a** up
That's the way, running man
Right over the murder rap
k** a n***a, shoot a n***a
Young Bam' was loving that
(Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat)
Not really tripping on the cost of life lost
Even after watching Frankie get half his face shot off
Never knew the root cause
Why are we k**ing us?
"n***a", "b**h", "ho", just a word like "injustice"
f** it man the beat was hot
Walk to the ba** drop
Ingest that genocide
Pa** me that 40 watt
G's up, hoes down
Hole in your head holmes
Next thing you know I'm fist fighting with a pistol
[Interlude: Bambu talking]
Nah, nah, nah, f** that. It is what you say. Cause what you say affects what you do. Ya know
[Hook]
Stick and stones may bones but words won't do sh** to me
So f** those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us, "gook", "chink", "n***a", "spic"
"Rag head", "beaner", "f*ggot", "b**h"
"Nip", "kike", "ho", "A-rab"
"Jap", "moolie", "haji", "wet back"
[Verse Two]
So I need to hit that rewind bu*ton
Listen to that old sh**
Go back to the cemetery, pay my friends a visit
Listen close then I study it, why are we in love with it?
Why do we attach our ghetto culture to a pistol grip?
What about the corner stores?
Hanging with your moms or
Playing with at your friend's crib
Trade Nintendo cartridges
Nah, we own records like, "f** Another Person's Life"
Disrespecting women when we raised by women
Then I'm puzzled but I get it when
Music is stuck in corporate hands
Money dictate what the radio is playing
Hmmmm
So the ignorant wins
Big money sweep away Public Enemy and 'em
Dead prez, Native Guns, Technique and 'em
Don't k** enough n***as for them corporate ends
Don't slap enough hoes
Don't jiggle enough a**
Tell our people to Get Free and spread that cash
[Interlude: Bambu talking]
Spread that cash. Not spread that a**. Stupid
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
Now there's history behind it too
Let me break it down for you
Strategy how colonizing people instrumental
To the words on them instrumentals
This is all planned
Through the years they have programmed the black and brown man
To destroy what is ugly and
k** what is evil and
Guess what is evil, that's right, (you n***a!)
When that Bible you toting spread lies when it's open
I laughed at Charlton Heston when he spread that ocean
Ha ha ha
It make you laugh don't it?
Well check it, here's a lil' something else I noticed
If I was, on one side of the street in my hood
And a white boy was on the other side of the street in my hood
Brothers quick to hit me up first, prolly try and jump me
While that white is walking 'round with pockets full of money
That's the self hate, pa**ed on
We hate our own
So the colonizer win with every murder on that song
[Interlude: Bambu talking]
Murder him, murder him, shoot him. Let's be authentic man. Shut the f** up and do something right
[Hook]