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So lets get this straight...
I ain't make this...
To defuse hatred.
I wrote this for honor
And self prestige focus
As a selfish black.
I don't want to be attached
To your struggle!
And helping you out
will soon land me in trouble!
I'm glad you don't have a job
And you have to hustle...
I want you to remained stationed
In this neighborhood
That I have made blatant!
Designed gentrification!
I won't hire anybody
I don't want to be admired
By anybody.
I just bought some new "*Barkley's"
Now keep poverty
Apart from me.
Make it hard to get property
And set the game of life up properly.
And call it monopoly!
And I didn't write this for no black kids in public schooling
I'd rather they never hear my truth
And fall under my government ruling.
If you stand for a righteous cause
I plan to ruin!
Just like *Cam Newton.
If you still on that Black Panther mess, well plan on losing!
... Do you want to know what I think about women?
I prefer we deny them...
Sexualize them...
Especially the ones that's striving.
They produce a change.
So I'll tell them they don't amount to anything.
We make them wait to get paid
Bi weekly payments
Because I'm sure they won't
Survive off of minimum wages.
Make them sick make it contagious
Section 8 it.
They're on a wait list.
I'll teach them all hatred
Just to keep my wealth sacred!
And just to let them know
I ain't nothing to play with!
We'll kill them on camera
Tell the judge to replay it
"Yo this part is my favorite..
We'll flame it to the heart
Press pause
Freeze
Frame it...
Leave the blameless part in the dark....
May he never see light...
He aint bright or smart
Play reality tv
So no revolution will spark...
And I got it all planned
Play your hand like it's fate!
Give them a small piece of the pie mean while we eat cake.
Keep a race it's place!
Let's make them expendable
A slave can be replace
And let's pretend to...
love them...
Tell them that heaven is above them
And not in here.
Give them hell and make it clear
Give them a car
... that they can't steer..
Give them a train
... with no engineer.
Give them a plane
... We can shoot out of the air!
If they ever decide they want to go somewhere!
... We'll have them waiting in fear
I love it when they cry
I love feeding them drugs
They make bad decisions
When they're high...
And I got a good alibi
We know what they like
So we can dictate their future.
Delete their history.
We'll buy their soul
Wash their brain.
Drain the blood from their chest
And that's how you keep the slave body in check
