Black Soap

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz ft. M1 - "Black Soap" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz and M1] [Producer(s): Djibril Toure (of The Welfare Poets) and Jamaki Knight (of The Welfare Poets)] [Intro: C-Rayz Walz] So I remember this brother used to teach me 52 Blocks and steel arms and everything and, one time, I was in his house and I seen these blue bottles... like, this white substance powder and I had to overlay shit with my moms. So I told her, like, "Yo, moms. Sensei had these bottles up." We suddenly had a conversation. Later, she tell me, "Hey, that was crack!" [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and M1] (x2) Oils, incense, black soap, crack, dope Gotta have a hustle to stack that dough. Every- -body can't rap, yo. That's a fact, so Some of us still caught up in the hassle [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, we used To sell mangos, straw hats, and coconuts. Now we In America with no stores to open up. Dope In lust. You could even see The Beast approaching us, set To eat the heart of the meat like sweet kosher cuts. Peep The autobiographic havoc. Flashback To past. I used to pack bags for cash, kid Used all the change for video games. Thinking "Long Range" now—my scenario changed. Rites Of passage, the civilizing savage. I a- -dapted to this and embraced balance. Fear of A black planet (Word?) and black economy. I tried to Get jobs, but my sideburns were stopping me. Am I too Strong-looking? Hmm. I used to wonder. Or is it The digits of my social security number? Stuck In the cold, some just lick the blade and en- -joy the taste of cold blood like Kool-Aid, and if you True paid, that's news to me It's bigger than your car and your jewel-e-ry. My life Ain't a beach with babes like Baywatch. I try to Sell socks and dodge stray shots, but gay Cops want to stick my ass and blast, snatch my Oils and leave my table smashed. We take Crew flicks, move swift. New kicks stay butter. Dry Skin soul. The cold streets is shea butter. Slick Kids say, "Gutter," but mean "tribal," going out Like hunters by all means of survival, and if the Noose around your throat got you moody and broke, then you Know why we all pump "Peruvian Coke," 'cause, more or Less, we all get less than more, and, at the Chorus, moral-less to test the poor for [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and M1] (x2) Oils, incense, black soap, crack, dope Gotta have a hustle to stack that dough. Every- -body can't rap, yo. That's a fact, so Some of us still caught up in the hassle [Verse 2: M1] Yo, when they Come with the hassle, we come with the hustle and work the Money muscle like Marcus Garvey building an army. When they Come with the okie doke, I'll pull out the pokey poke And let 'em know they really don't want me to lokey loc And if it's the flim-flam shit, man, I been ran That. Old-school like a trickling track, see? 'Cause Either you give or take. Get it straight. And I felt the Same damn way since '88. It was high School, the boys' locker room. Hustling hard, didn't Know drug-dealing was a government job. And to Top it off, instead of collecting for unemployment Locked in a six-by-nine is where my boys went After the Bose, Polos, and fake gold. Damn It's a shame how my money was blown. Only Knew a few ballers and hustlers who ever stacked it Wings, you know. Money, I'll show you just what that crack did: it Wasn't attractive. Mom blocked up, aunt Cracked out, hood on self-destruct, 'cause a Illegal business controls America They're hypocrites—just look what they're selling ya Everywhere you go, got that chronic or dro or the Ecstasy, and I know you heard this before, 'cause, uh My favorite rappers be slinging right on the radio Y'all don't give a fuck. They'll do you—that's what they pay your for [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and M1] (x2) Oils, incense, black soap, crack, dope Gotta have a hustle to stack that dough. Every- -body can't rap, yo. That's a fact, so Some of us still caught up in the hassle