Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin there tickled pink.
Laughin at us on the avenue
Bustin caps at each other after havin brew
We cant enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... Of each others wealth
Commin up is just in me
But the Black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
We aint nothin but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at US
And all yall dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin dope
But you aint built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin gold an Caddilacs
Thats what ya doin with the money that ya raisin
Exploitin us like the Caucasians did
For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
Thats why I got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us Blacks dont know how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
Were messin up ourselves and blame the white man
But dont point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop wont be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice
And yall sit and scream and cus
But theres no one ta blame- but US
US ... will always sing the blues
Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"Cause Ill beat you down like it aint nothin
Just like a beast
But Im the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an chitlins
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so Im a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used to call me Negro
After all this time Im still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didnt know it
And Im havin more babies than I really can afford
In jail cause I cant pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of US, but yall think its dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...
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