40 Acres
(专辑: Us Or Else: Letter To The System - 2016)
[B. Rossi:] She done put her reparations in a
handbag He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag A
black nigga, put your fortunes in a
sandbag Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a
hashtag Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the
class Got the
races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the
green After five hundred years, think we play for the
same team Smokescreen, make the
president the
black guy It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right? Forty acres and a
Muller I
spent my reparations on the
jeweler I
bought a
timepiece, now ain't no looking back Now ask them muthafuckas what the
fuck they looking at Uh, forty acres and a
mule, forty acres and a
mule These niggas acting fucking fools for forty acres and a
mule [Killer Mike:] Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh I
don't give a
damn what the
preacher ever tell y'all Jesus, Muhammad, ain't coming, woo I'm a
tell y'all what the
ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the
first boat comin, yeah Killed every man, child, woman, yeah Killed every damn thing on it, yeah Killed everything if it looked European, send it back to the
Queen like, ho You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the
Pope Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa This the
school of Shaka Zulu Fast forward to the
future, choppa do you We done dying and they crying and we screaming hallelujah When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker [B. Rossi:] Forty acres and a
Muller I
spent my reparations on the
jeweler I
bought a
timepiece, now ain't no looking back Now ask them muthafuckas what the
fuck they looking at Uh, forty acres and a
mule, forty acres and a
mule These niggas acting fucking fools for forty acres and a
mule [T.I.:] Load up my clip off a
Zimmerman Filling my pocket with Benjamins Who the
fuck are you? I
been a
man Them crackers see me "oh not him again" Take your ass out the
trap middle finger to Trump Fuck the
police, they crooked as they come They pull you over and know you legit Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump Now the
prison yard like the
cotton field House nigga's snitching, that's what got 'em killed Nigga thought he made it cause he got a
deal First album suppo' been outta here Not quite dude, back to selling blow On some 24s I'm a
send it here, learn to stay silent Learn more on these streets then they did in they college I'm certified, don't murder guys But my niggas still far from civilized Kill for anything but civil rights be the
murder case Cause a
nigga like, they heard it from the
king, from the
king What you mean, bitch? Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah [B. Rossi:] Forty acres and a
Muller I
spent my reparations on the
jeweler I
bought a
timepiece, now ain't no looking back Now ask them muthafuckas what the
fuck they looking at Uh, forty acres and a
mule, forty acres and a
mule These niggas acting fucking fools for forty acres and a
mule