That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga (That's that crack music nigga) (That real black music nigga) How we stop the black panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearing When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland We invested in that it's like we got Merril-Lynch And we been hanging from the same tree ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it The fiends cop it Nowadays they can't tell if that's that good shit We ain't sure man Put the CD on your tongue yeah, that's pure man That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga (That's that crack music nigga) (That real black music nigga) From the place where the fathers gone The mothers is hardly home And the Gonna lock us up in a, home How the Mexicans say we just trying to party homes They want to pack us all in a box like Styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical Am and Hammer baking soda Raised they own quota Writing when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cause 'Cause dreams of being 'Hova went from being a brokeman to a being a dopeman Ta being a president look there's hope man This that inspiration for the mos and the folks man Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosing And this is the soundtrack This the type of music you make when you round that Crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen? That's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga That's that crack music, crack music,that real black music, black music Our father, give us this day our daily bread, give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ole bullshit And to atone I throw a little something, something on the pulpit We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies And we gonna repo everything they ever took from Grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammy's This dark dixon has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it
Written by: WILLIARD LAWRENCE JR MEEKS, KANYE WEST, KANYE OMARI WEST
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