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  • 作曲 : Harrow
    He's got the green timbs with the fat laces, hahaha
    Yo, yeah, uh huh
    Checking in, *****
    You say why
    I call you *****, think about it
    You went from what...
    From an African, straight to a nigger, you know what
    I'm saying
    We traveling over to what, to what,
    Negro, and then we went to what
    Then we went to black
    Then it was on some
    Afro-American stuff
    Afro-Canadian what have you, but guess what
    It don't matter what you call yourself
    It's what they call you behind your back
    *****, straight up
    Straight up and down, you know what
    I'm sayin
    Y'all know [Kardinal Offishall]
    A yo Walkin through the uptown a black man (*****)
    Walkin down
    Yonge St. a black man (*****)
    Walkin through
    Flatbush a black man (*****)
    When the revolution comes
    I got a finger on the trigga
    I was born a regular man of the
    Earth With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
    My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
    Stereotype of my type is a felon
    My people cause static cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
    Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
    With enough lyrics to move battleships
    Blood brother ever since the slave ships
    It doesn't matter who
    I am when
    I walk by
    They still see me as a ***** whine
    I walk by
    That's O.K. - this ***** will play the role and come again and take back the
    Earth another day [CHORUS]
    I'm a ***** baby, we some ****** baby
    Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
    But I'm a ***** for lie and a man by choice [Kardinal Offishall]
    Walkin through
    London a balck man (*****)
    Walkin through
    Rexdale a black man (*****)
    Strollin through
    Dectaur as a black man (*****)
    Yo, I was born to emcee representin with the
    Figurez I can taste the history livin in my bones
    For the thickness
    I got a love jones
    I like my girls with the nappy dug out hips and chest buss out
    Lips real full, gettin ready to cuss out
    Parasuco gettin insulated by the structure
    Body so powered that the labels be stickin out in 3-
    D We salute the ladies - raped over time pushin out light babies
    The slave masters with the devil in their eye
    Saw nothin but a ***** when you walked by
    But you the mother of creation
    Let's bring back the family aspect and try to build a strong nation [CHORUS] [Kardinal Offishall]
    Walkin through
    Chinatown a black man (*****)
    Walkin through the projects a balck man (*****)
    Strollin through
    Africa a black man (*****)
    Some try to disrespect to make themsleves look bigger
    I am a ***** since birth, a man by choice
    Some men act niggerish pushin
    Rolls Royces
    Thinkin them toys make a man
    While you johnin them hookers
    We tryin to make a stand
    What you believe in?
    Chris Rock?
    Or crack rock?
    Soft rock?
    Or hard rock?
    When I talk the whole world rocks
    LIke the vote, we can change thinkin
    Before you set a float your whole concepts sinkin
    You know I like to see you back that ass up
    But before you pass up, you should get your damn class up!
    Take the hood out your mouth and parle!
    So we can take back the world right now, today! [Vocal scratching] [CHORUS x3]
  • 作曲 : Harrow
    He's got the green timbs with the fat laces, hahaha
    Yo, yeah, uh huh
    Checking in, *****
    You say why
    I call you *****, think about it
    You went from what...
    From an African, straight to a nigger, you know what
    I'm saying
    We traveling over to what, to what,
    Negro, and then we went to what
    Then we went to black
    Then it was on some
    Afro-American stuff
    Afro-Canadian what have you, but guess what
    It don't matter what you call yourself
    It's what they call you behind your back
    *****, straight up
    Straight up and down, you know what
    I'm sayin
    Y'all know [Kardinal Offishall]
    A yo Walkin through the uptown a black man (*****)
    Walkin down
    Yonge St. a black man (*****)
    Walkin through
    Flatbush a black man (*****)
    When the revolution comes
    I got a finger on the trigga
    I was born a regular man of the
    Earth With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
    My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
    Stereotype of my type is a felon
    My people cause static cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
    Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
    With enough lyrics to move battleships
    Blood brother ever since the slave ships
    It doesn't matter who
    I am when
    I walk by
    They still see me as a ***** whine
    I walk by
    That's O.K. - this ***** will play the role and come again and take back the
    Earth another day [CHORUS]
    I'm a ***** baby, we some ****** baby
    Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
    But I'm a ***** for lie and a man by choice [Kardinal Offishall]
    Walkin through
    London a balck man (*****)
    Walkin through
    Rexdale a black man (*****)
    Strollin through
    Dectaur as a black man (*****)
    Yo, I was born to emcee representin with the
    Figurez I can taste the history livin in my bones
    For the thickness
    I got a love jones
    I like my girls with the nappy dug out hips and chest buss out
    Lips real full, gettin ready to cuss out
    Parasuco gettin insulated by the structure
    Body so powered that the labels be stickin out in 3-
    D We salute the ladies - raped over time pushin out light babies
    The slave masters with the devil in their eye
    Saw nothin but a ***** when you walked by
    But you the mother of creation
    Let's bring back the family aspect and try to build a strong nation [CHORUS] [Kardinal Offishall]
    Walkin through
    Chinatown a black man (*****)
    Walkin through the projects a balck man (*****)
    Strollin through
    Africa a black man (*****)
    Some try to disrespect to make themsleves look bigger
    I am a ***** since birth, a man by choice
    Some men act niggerish pushin
    Rolls Royces
    Thinkin them toys make a man
    While you johnin them hookers
    We tryin to make a stand
    What you believe in?
    Chris Rock?
    Or crack rock?
    Soft rock?
    Or hard rock?
    When I talk the whole world rocks
    LIke the vote, we can change thinkin
    Before you set a float your whole concepts sinkin
    You know I like to see you back that ass up
    But before you pass up, you should get your damn class up!
    Take the hood out your mouth and parle!
    So we can take back the world right now, today! [Vocal scratching] [CHORUS x3]