don't know who you are Look back into your past, brother Look back into your past, sister You don't know who you are Look back into your past, sister
or if you're mister Listen please to this fact Black is black, is black, is black Black is black, is black, is black Black is black, is black, is black
if you go back and take a look at my history you will see that i'm not the only one who's off his rocker there were many before me i was always labelled the black
said, "Johnny, don't cry" Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won't you tell me, what's your name? I want to drive you down to the other side of town Where paradise
drop (Verse 2) Like the phone when she heard the news Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes The only son, what a thing to lose More blacks
up, who is he? I have him slaving to the rhythm like Toby Akeze I get him dizzy, I toss his ass like a Frisbee In other words a kite as his head takes
you got soul I heard you don't eat pussy you be eatin' booty hole No, my nose be in the booty My tongue be in her vertical smile I heard your sister
going, all understand it Like hot the haters can't fuck with it 'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it And they niggaz Sound man holla black
black phobia That's why they tap my black Nokia Black fathers, black mothers, black brothers handcuffed to each other, goin upstate in black buses Black
and the AR is the tools All your homeboys gone and them hoes won't help So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress [Chorus 2x]
gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black
that nigga Jack to come out... Where Jack at? Jack!... [Ghostface Killah] So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted That was the other
legislation You wouldn't need any amendments to the Constitution I don't see any American dream, I see an American nightmare I'm one of the 42 million black
trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow With butter, you slip up in the grits and make 'em other Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
size cocks That slither through cell locks in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black
" Just before they took him away There is in that face and remember now Remember all them other faces And all the many places you've seen him Or the sister
go home, I was a fool With the big boys, breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
advised still Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black