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Could you me who released our animal instinct?
An' the white man sittin' there pink
at us on the avenue
Bustin' at each other after havin' brew

We can't ourselves
Too busy jealous at other's wealth
Comin' up is in me
But the black is full of envy

Too much back
I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my
a store and sell their goods

To the county of
You know us po nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five on your crotch
And you expect "Uncle Sam" to us out?

We nothin' but porch monkeys
To the bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a
But before we can come up, a look at us

And all dope-dealers
as bad as the police 'cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started dope
But you ain't built us a
So when can spend our with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an'

That's what ya with the money that ya raisin'
us like the Caucasians did
For 400 years, I got 400 tears, for 400

Died last from gang-related crimes
That's why I got rhymes
But when I do a show ta some facts
Us blacks don't how ta act

Sometimes I the hype, man
We're messin' up and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you
Take a look at yourself ya nigga you

Pretty soon hip-hop be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Ice
And y'all sit and screamin' and
But there's no one ta but us

Us always sing the blues
'Cause all we about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
An' if ya step on mine ya a button
'Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't

Just like a
But I'm the first nigga ta holler out
I beat my and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke

Got a bad heart
eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the forces

Go to church but they us
a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They to call me Negro
After all this I'm still bustin' up the chifforobe

No respect and know it
And I'm havin' more babies I really can afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the
Held back in because of my color

Now, this is just a little
Of us, but think it's dumb of me
To a mirror to ya face
But trust, gives a fuck about