Música Negra (Black Music)

Lyrics

[Scratched] Black We're all (black) Triangle trade over the face, that's a fact (uh huh) Down south John Birch and burning churches Covert KKK is filling more hearses But what hurts is, the worst is That I'm always versus my nigga over there While the rich at the top of the pyramid won't let me get near We used to (run) through Maryland woods But now we got the opportunity (wah wah wah) it's all good But since they shipped us (across the waters) It's as if I should be grateful. I'm important Like Dominicans, Haitians, we live on the same land But don't speak the same language with the same suntan Such a shame, how the racist theories cloud some mind You see the ladder of economics is what we need to climb To gain power by any means. War or peaceful? The powers that be won't give (power to the people!) I put my sanity in jars of jams to preserve it I'll be damned if I didn't purge the poison of the (serpents) He never gave my community acres to construct We just put us in this palms standing on a lifeline And like guns that's rusted, we're always self-destructive And I wonder how the (fuck they'll justify genocide) We got to see the times, y'all Wake up, put some Afrocentric make-up on your mind. (Come on!) The whole world's about to break up Motivating words [?] I hope you (dig it) all (black children) Hear me (everywhere) Hear this (everywhere) Hear it (everywhere) [Scratched] Grooving I hate to see (black people) waste away sitting Waiting for a handout, I'm creative, so I stand out It's fitting that we (run) and win this race It's 'cause we come from royal lineage first place Was just civilizations base, conquered, captured Exported over the face, 'tis a topic for Cochrane and Grace to explore How could this ni-gore, American, African Fondle like flap five. (Ayo, what up, K? what up, five) What the fuck is happening? How can I be sure that before I die These dreams I dream just becomes my life It's like I'm pushing a boulder up a mountain The strain on the brain is released on (street lines, you dig) And we squash you imposters like (subterranean monsters) X Men's Rob Swift, who nets good times CM Smooth like [?] the naturally gifted Sending blessings to the audience, habitually twisted Yo, my audio performance, decrypt it or miss it The niggas that I fought with on a mission We never burn out, we keep on building Yo Rob, yo. What's the shit that you frequent? That's the question [Scratched] And the rhythm of my hair extensions We got to see the times, y'all Wake up, put some Afrocentric make-up on your mind. (Come on!) The whole world's about to break up Motivating words [?] I hope you (dig it) all (black children) [Scratched] Grooving Try to master your survival, my people calls you (beautiful) These two brothers got the knowledge and we use our tools We spread our music (into the streets) You see, the earth's a turntable, revolving on the beat My breadth of verses' just soul fruit And straight up nigga entertainment for (you) I hope (you and your main man) flow with poetry Imitate a life of [?] His name is (Rob Swift) All production and the scratch (and, and) The multi-talented master GUD (and, and) T, Y, the M, the E I resent what they did so I'll never (have mercy) I dream about music, my lifetime vision Is to have minority children grooving to (black rhythm) Rob, yo hands, nah, there ain't no equals Just one creative expression for all (black people) And all (black people) struggles is what's molding me That's why I always drop the hot (black poetry)