The Last Poets - Project Roach lyrics

[Eban Thomas] It is absolutely silly, and unproductive To have a funeral for the word "n***a" When the actions continue.. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters Not a funeral for n******gs Cause n******gs - DON'T DIE {*echoes*} [Nas] Uh, yeah.. Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin, in your sink and your toilet I be drinkin from your spit, anything cause I'm all less An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead Correction: I got eight legs, climbin on top yo' plate, bed Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool The ghetto is my land, fool, I'mma never be able to Fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of Your pesticide or RAID cause, in heaven's my Creator I love it when the light's off, eatin from same knives, forks From, ANY man's dinner, see my antennas You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make If you squash me, learn to live with me How much your roach motel costin' you in the city? But yo, we everywhere! Check your house good, I bet we there! LOOK THERE! [Eban Thomas] n******gs are like roaches - they're never gonna go away Learn from them what we should not become Cause n******gs - DON'T DIE {*echoes*}