Field Negro
Royce da 5'9"
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You ain't been getting this money all your life Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice Out here living an alcoholic rapper artist life What happened to art is life? All of your kids is in charter school And you starting to do everything in private Maybe that's from all of the charter flights Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark You know this shit is bound to come out eventually Underneath all the lights Rob a man, kidnap him Take him for all his rights Degrade him all his life Rape his daughter, his wife Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait We wasn't even allowed to pray Let alone read or write People like Cube opened them doors And politically correct negroes like you Close 'em to keep your ice Clap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you there Your whole platform could swim with the fishes Like Huggy Bear Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won't move at all It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something Right You won't say anything on anyone's behalf at this point? You ain't been getting riches your whole life Oh, you done forgot? The oven door open On the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house 'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right? Okay, now you thinking you livin' so far away Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed Every artist in the game are phony Fucking' all the same thotties in the game since way back And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats The plight of the miserable wasted talent Only guys with the hits are the Tyga's, Drake's and Khaled's, shit This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed And any black man not willing to stand up for his own rights Should lose the use of his right and left leg" They say I couldn't do it So I went out and did it They said they gave it to me So I ain't ask for more I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rocking I did it my way without all the complaining And all the whining all day like Kanye or Wale For the validation of all the bloggers And all the same gay ass awards F*ck y'all and all them gay ass awards We are living inside the same hell And we all willing to die to go the same heaven But we are lyrically not on the same level I'm scribbling my killings down and sending them out like chain letters I'm not here for the crown, nor Tory Lanez cheddar I'm here for respect or else I'm willing to take off the belt And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans A house negro look at you and say "Man you crazy, what you mean separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this?" It was that house negro In those days he was called a house nigga And that's what we call him today, 'Cause we still got some house niggers running around here You only been living a small part of your life all the way up Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in When you were starving with nothing When it was stripes on all the canned goods in your closets and cupboards You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler My grind Shawn Carter as f*ck I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut Plus, none of these artist can beat me I'm Truman and Christ on the Noah's Ark on the waters of Fiji I'm truly the type that'd push your wig farther than BC Leave your brains all over the street My heart's on my sleeve Put my seed in the Garden of Eden And start a new species, please, you know my steez How you got a team and you ain't got loyalty? How is y'all the kings and you ain't got royalties? I been around homicides since Marky D Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez Children is dying, women is crying, we under attack, fool What a better time to be famous, black and impactful Name something better to come together as one to react to Shit we still coming back from a checkered past like lumber jack suits You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you If you don't kneel with Kaep, it's simple math They cannot run it past you Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamate Off our inner hate We oblige, so they make the riches, we don't rise They just keep us high Product of slave privilege, cop Ferrari's to race a nigga I do any job you can pay, if I can make a living Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacing Just so I can make a decision Keep a honorable spirit With not a whole lot of faith to distribute They took the scriptures away and replaced it After making they own racist revisions They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit To take away shit to rig it I'm pretty sure they Maker is livid, they racist, they bigots What's Christian about that? The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed They should wake up every day And pray to the nature of business F*ck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons At the expense of creating division The Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paper But it's gon' probably take me a minute I much rather be a atheist chasing my faith through a prism Assuming the information is real Then play for a racist with a racist agenda I hate you niggas, bow figures The misappropriation of wisdom got you Slaves to your own alienism To pay a few bills, house nigga I rather get hit with a Patriot missile Than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism They say a broke' clock is right two times But it's never accurate Truth time, okay If some of us don't have time, some of us have time Some of us perform in the halftime Some of us boycotting halftime Some of us standing up, some of us sitting down Reparations will never get back to us They'll forever just laugh at us I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth Go ahead and try to trace your roots That shit is rather miraculous Them niggas took away the message And mess with the message in it Embellish it just to spin it Just to sell that shit back to us
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