[Maanumental] Chikara, are Japanese people like good at karate? Or are they like alright at karate? [Chikara] Yeah, they're good man [Maanumental] They're good at karate? Like everybody? Like old ladies and ish too? [Chikara] Yeah [Maanumental] Word, man [Chikara] Yeah [Maanumental] That's cool man [Newman] Hey yo Jamaan [Maanumental] What? What's up? [Newman] Ay yo man, are you real good at basketball? [Maanumental] What? Uh, yeah, yeah [Newman] Word? What else you good at? [Maanumental] Ey, yo, I'm real good at eating pork rinds and stuff. Yo, eating baby back ribs. Yo, just just check it [Verse 1: Maanumental] Who else is gonna smoke menthol cigarettes And make the UPS uniform look fresh Black is beautiful, yeah that's the white word It'd more bomb if it was blonde or bright orange Say we lazy, cut us some slack a'ight? Cause it's hard work trying to keep crack alive And plus we make the songs that ya'll listen Burnt and scared, we all barbecue chicken Employ mostly grown men still rhymin' Tell you what shoes are cool then shine 'em If you got it we'll show you how to shake your ass And it in the back of the class and not pass Make legit achievements straight wack Yo, you trying to raise up in the cracks, you ain't black Where's your diamond in the back, fronts in the tooth The best athletes, we can run from the truth All the way home to the apartments we rent I got a big screen and bam, some ramps Loyal to brass who ain't loyal to us Civil rights passed, sit at the back of the bus Cause it's too comfortable to stay chillin' Great scapegoats and make the best villains A planet without blacks ain't the right world Cause somebody's gotta get at these white girls [Verse 2: Newman] Yo, I can't dance, can't jump so I can't dunk Like Eminem, hate rap cause I love punk Got a big truck, no fear when I say **** Drink beer, steer clear when I drive drunk Say "fag" when I bag on my buddies Wavin' a flag, then brag about my money Four years of college and never had to study Made the Dean's List cause he played gin Rummy With Mom and Dad, they at the summer pad Be there in a minute, I got to get Brad We cruise for chicks who look like they had a lot of work done And love Brooks and Dunne (yeah!) I'm votin' Bush again, set my VCR to tape the last Friends Love to tailgate, eat steaks and twins I rollerblade everyday, guess I'm all American Big apple pie, one hell of a guy, I keep my hair dyed But just on the tips, the thin keep me whipped On the Atkins, so I gotta skip chips Low on the carb, but high on the hog Three in the fam, but I got five cars Mr. Martinez just cut the front lawn His wife watch the kids while Mom's at the bar [Verse 3: Thes One] Okay, my friend, you're my friend, just please nobody call INS again Mess around and lose all your town's pedestrians Cross walk walkin' with the babies in each hand Got a plan, buy a van, let the family grow And keep Calvin pissing on something in the window Or downsize to the fly '80s hatchback Packed, Nike sticker on the back Painted it flat black, with Pep-Boys rims Fourteen spokes, for fourteen folks Slim to fat, we can't fit, no joke But we'll make it to the beach, even if the Ford smokes Swimming around with cut-off cords and locs Caesars, Mary, Joseph and the Pope They'd all look fly in gold, hanging on a rope Around my neck, so low, you catch the glow While I walk the block. Yo, cop that vase Give me the clock with Last Supper on it's face Mechanical parrot that bends down and takes drinks 3D Jesus on the cross that blinks Gotta spend money from working that ass off Taking all the jobs that American's pass off And last off, I'd like to say it's all abouta me So next time catch me in line at the DMV [Verse 4: Chikaramanga] I'm a ninja, might rear end ya Every day, sushi for dinner Fish, which is my favorite dish No soy sauce, you might get dissed I'm rich, I bought all your land Tourist I am, Digicam Disneyland, I'll be there Limited Dunks, dye my hair Yellow, bow down with the "hello" Get a bad grade? Hell no! Chain smoke, a pack a day It might be bad, but how you say? I'm rich, roll with the cool Karaoke, Asahi brew Mr. Sulu in a business suit You might see me, I can't see you Yeah, people don't even know how **** Japan is It's even fresher than raw fish, you know what I'm saying? And I am as **** as Japan is. My name is Chikaramanga Crew GP, yo I'm out What!? Hahaha! [Sample] America needs red, yellow, black or white (x7)
Ft: Thes One
[Maanumental] Chikara, are Japanese people like good at karate? Or are they like alright at karate? [Chikara] Yeah, they're good man [Maanumental] They're good at karate? Like everybody? Like old ladies and ish too? [Chikara] Yeah [Maanumental] Word, man [Chikara] Yeah [Maanumental] That's cool man [Newman] Hey yo Jamaan [Maanumental] What? What's up? [Newman] Ay yo man, are you real good at basketball? [Maanumental] What? Uh, yeah, yeah [Newman] Word? What else you good at? [Maanumental] Ey, yo, I'm real good at eating pork rinds and stuff. Yo, eating baby back ribs. Yo, just just check it [Verse 1: Maanumental] Who else is gonna smoke menthol cigarettes And make the UPS uniform look fresh Black is beautiful, yeah that's the white word It'd more bomb if it was blonde or bright orange Say we lazy, cut us some slack a'ight? Cause it's hard work trying to keep crack alive And plus we make the songs that ya'll listen Burnt and scared, we all barbecue chicken Employ mostly grown men still rhymin' Tell you what shoes are cool then shine 'em If you got it we'll show you how to shake your ass And it in the back of the class and not pass Make legit achievements straight wack Yo, you trying to raise up in the cracks, you ain't black Where's your diamond in the back, fronts in the tooth The best athletes, we can run from the truth All the way home to the apartments we rent I got a big screen and bam, some ramps Loyal to brass who ain't loyal to us Civil rights passed, sit at the back of the bus Cause it's too comfortable to stay chillin' Great scapegoats and make the best villains A planet without blacks ain't the right world Cause somebody's gotta get at these white girls [Verse 2: Newman] Yo, I can't dance, can't jump so I can't dunk Like Eminem, hate rap cause I love punk Got a big truck, no fear when I say **** Drink beer, steer clear when I drive drunk Say "fag" when I bag on my buddies Wavin' a flag, then brag about my money Four years of college and never had to study Made the Dean's List cause he played gin Rummy With Mom and Dad, they at the summer pad Be there in a minute, I got to get Brad We cruise for chicks who look like they had a lot of work done And love Brooks and Dunne (yeah!) I'm votin' Bush again, set my VCR to tape the last Friends Love to tailgate, eat steaks and twins I rollerblade everyday, guess I'm all American Big apple pie, one hell of a guy, I keep my hair dyed But just on the tips, the thin keep me whipped On the Atkins, so I gotta skip chips Low on the carb, but high on the hog Three in the fam, but I got five cars Mr. Martinez just cut the front lawn His wife watch the kids while Mom's at the bar [Verse 3: Thes One] Okay, my friend, you're my friend, just please nobody call INS again Mess around and lose all your town's pedestrians Cross walk walkin' with the babies in each hand Got a plan, buy a van, let the family grow And keep Calvin pissing on something in the window Or downsize to the fly '80s hatchback Packed, Nike sticker on the back Painted it flat black, with Pep-Boys rims Fourteen spokes, for fourteen folks Slim to fat, we can't fit, no joke But we'll make it to the beach, even if the Ford smokes Swimming around with cut-off cords and locs Caesars, Mary, Joseph and the Pope They'd all look fly in gold, hanging on a rope Around my neck, so low, you catch the glow While I walk the block. Yo, cop that vase Give me the clock with Last Supper on it's face Mechanical parrot that bends down and takes drinks 3D Jesus on the cross that blinks Gotta spend money from working that ass off Taking all the jobs that American's pass off And last off, I'd like to say it's all abouta me So next time catch me in line at the DMV [Verse 4: Chikaramanga] I'm a ninja, might rear end ya Every day, sushi for dinner Fish, which is my favorite dish No soy sauce, you might get dissed I'm rich, I bought all your land Tourist I am, Digicam Disneyland, I'll be there Limited Dunks, dye my hair Yellow, bow down with the "hello" Get a bad grade? Hell no! Chain smoke, a pack a day It might be bad, but how you say? I'm rich, roll with the cool Karaoke, Asahi brew Mr. Sulu in a business suit You might see me, I can't see you Yeah, people don't even know how **** Japan is It's even fresher than raw fish, you know what I'm saying? And I am as **** as Japan is. My name is Chikaramanga Crew GP, yo I'm out What!? Hahaha! [Sample] America needs red, yellow, black or white (x7)
