Verse 1: theDeeepEnd
You can't get the black out
Tell that to America
I am not an error, the ink spill from this black pen
I ain't talking jails that all my people can't relax in
Hold off with that white out, express through my creation
Even if they turn the lights out I'm in tune with my blackness
White or brown liquor hit my liver till I black out
Black sheep, to that Black d**h, no stress in this black heart
I've been blessed, and I've been kept, the best secret in this black hole
We call the industry, it seems I've made some enemies
If you're gonna be friends with me I need you to be real
Truth be Morpheus, I'm Neo, and I need the reddest pill
Paralyzed to garage music, I need something I can feel
How we lose the soul in these black beans
And it ain't macaroni if you just gon chase cheese
It seem the blacker skin forever grated
I'm ungrateful to the hatred, you can't wash away the hue on my canvas n***a
Audio Clip 1: Nina Simone
An artist' duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times. But I choose to reflect the times and the situations in which I find myself. That to me is my duty
Verse 2: P.A.T. Junior
I pen in patterns for those rewindin' all mad and
Asking who's this rapper that's quarterbacking and snapping Sharpen the Sharpie for the blacking
Permanently slashing with gorilla tactics is habit you gone need Black Ops for access
Know the Canvas is blacker than your average
So we practically are savage
Might be ridiculed for Riddick views on standards
If the famous saying puts us all at NASA
As an artist how can you moderately travel and practice dodging the stratosphere
They posture in a pocket place, stay
Pulling from a copied space, ain't
Painting any pictures just Pica**os with a lot to say, lay
Product of a pardoned pace, sub
Partial with a Arctic state
Alaskan with yo crafting, well we waving all you water weights
It's more than just a wash away we break it down, to build it up
Construction for the art estate, we
Pushing every margin for the Author of a larger page
And make our mark til you mockeries stop and start gray
....Black!!
Audio Clip 2: Nina Simone
I have no choice in the first place. To me, we are the most beautiful people in the whole world...black people. I mean, that in every sense. Outside and inside
Verse 3: Sonaye
Well alrighty, know im already
The sweetest cherry, so the darkest berry
Where the bark is very often heavy
Bet your bottom penny that these chops is pretty awfully deadly
That's machete
Swear from now on going off on every, every, that's confetti
So get those kernels ready
An episode of snapped been necessary
Been blacking like the wiz or a pantry
And once it go to that, no running back, like its caught fairly
But tell me
Why the same tone as many funerals carry?
Was made to hit home my type of beautiful scary
Notice anything with shade will build the usual wary
Not to worry tho
Everything pound zero, zero, zero, and three mo'
Bills of flamingo
If it ain't the cliche of nino or mandingo
I will never speak the lingo
My scream just sure as a bingo
Pitch black, I pitch that, any other noise just mismatched
Audio Clip 3: Nina Simone
I always thought that I was shaking people up but now I wanna go at it more. And I wanna go at more deliberately. And I wanna go at it coldly. I want to shake people up so bad that when they leave a night club where I performed...I just want them to be to pieces