Lyrics

[Verse: Alafía Pudím] Night descends as the sun's light ends And black comes back, to blend again And with the death of the sun Night and blackness become one Blackness being you Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue Dreaming of boss black civilizations that once flourished and grew Hey! Wake up, niggers or y'all through! Drowning in the puddle of the white man's spit As you pause for some drawers in the midst of shit And ain't got nothing to save your funky-ass with! You cool, fool - sipping on a menthol cigarette 'round midnight Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight When you ain't never had a bite Who are you fooling? Me, you Wake up, niggers or ya ALL through! In Uptown, two roaches are drowning in each other's piss In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss While junkies are dreaming of total bliss Somewhere in the atmosphere, far away from here Beyond realms of white dimensions Gathered by suppressed intentions As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper "Save me a corner", you shout as the lights go out 'Cause you ain't paid your electric bill And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill As your lips struggle to drain that last drop from the wine bottle And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW WAKE up, niggers or you're all through! Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds Bonafide members of Niggers Anonymous Never knowing which way you're going - pimping off life Turning tricks to slick dicks, with candy asses "All masses will be held tomorrow morning for the Late Great black maaaaaaan... " (Ahhhhhhh-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...) YOU NIGGERS UNDERSTAND?! UP AGAINST THE WALL Black Maryland Farmers, or I'll blow you away And you'll never live to see the light of day And the nightstick, the nightstick, it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head That's right, brothers and sisters, YOU living dead When the cock crows, and the night goes And it saves your ass in the nick of time As you wake up and you start to find Yourself, laying up in bed - scratching your ass and head Trying to remember from where you recall this Vermeer nightmare That always leave you feeling blue But you still can't place The Man's face, as hard as you try to HEY! - WAKE UP, NIGGERS OR WE ALL THROUGH!