Lyrics:
on the Bible
(To save your soul)
You need the slave owner's gospel
The slave owner's gospel
I was wrong, I should'a known that it's a sin to own a man
But still,
Money on mind, slave owners in my pocket,
Master of the paper when I'm making a deposit.
Walk into the bank, walkin out like I robbed it.
Walk into
mistook for pride
Overcome
Attitudes that bring about our demise
Overcome
Slave owner rhetoric lies
Truth is
Being negro means excellence personified
It is
'ya
Me nah sign to no slave owner, me have me own brand
Ever bring di fire, blow torch
And mi cell gold, tek a likkle bit a Fort Knox
Inna
whole lotta chips (baow)
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)
I don't like niggas (nah), I might get 'em killed (bah)
He like poppin'
scheming
Yea they on it
Credit card fraud
Believe me they swipin yo shit
Like a slave owner
The scheme at a high
Better stay on it
Solicitors round
Cause
It's a couple dead slave owners
Blood green
Got it on me
You can check my tags
A baby so high
Got it on me
Double circles for my Cs
That's a target
I
Yo bitch gon' fuck me cause' my dreads longer
She said I'm nice I did her wrong for all the slave owners
I smoke a wood just by myself cause' I'm
times I was in the penitentiary
Its was roaches in the spot put the raid on it
Grinding hard working, just like a slave owner
I felt the struggle but
you
Freedom is for slave owners only
Fascism is just capitalism in decay
Did you hear the white silence when they shot the messenger?
You're
and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
And sista breakin' when a nigga rap
Well it
and stoppin'
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
And sista breakin' when a nigga rap
Well it
names of our slave owners
In the land of the free, it's full of free loaders
Leave us dead in the street then be the organ donors
They disorganized my
to be loved, and the need to be
Somebody's owner
Somebody's slave
Somebody's cradle
Somebody's grave
Somebody's owner
Somebody's slave
Somebody's
names of our slave owners
In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders
Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors
They disorganized my
the slave owners now we aint got no masters
Wish that I was taller, could’ve been a baller
Shottin' on the corner, now you the shot caller
If I have
Wallace (Yeah)
Dead slave owners in my direct deposit (Cash)
Cops killing people out here
Giving no fucks about it (Nah)
Clout Olympics out here
Give no
through the graveyard
Me and my brothers are
Staring at stones in the ground
That's great-grandma Sarah
Slave-owner from Selma
Can you feel her rollin'
Everybody love the green piece of paper with the slave owners on em
Some niggas kill and rob
Taking the easy way out
Praying to lord I be fine
And safely I
I'm supposed to put my faith in a God slave owners gave us
Matter fact slave owners made us
Nevermind that's for another time
I know that she means well
of em slobbing
One a slave owner the other pick cotton
I am the chosen they think it's a hobby
Tryna jump over the gate
It's fucked up in United States
schemin' yea
Aye aye aye
But I ain't never worried
All my niggas got real estate
Like we some slave owners
Like we some slave owners wait
Can you feel all
And right now I swear I feel
Just like a slave owner
All these nigga takin' swag
Hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it
They ain't ever pay homage
I
equal
I have a dream
that one day on the red hills of Georgia
the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners
will be able to sit
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