Lyrics:
Now that's what I'm talkin' about
Plow that field, plant that seed
Rock on brother, let your roots run deep
Show 'em what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher
Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob
Yes sir, that's what I'm talking about
Plow that field, plant that seed
Rock on brother, let your roots run deep
Show 'em what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher
Ernest Tubb - Waltz Across Texas; George Jones - White Lightning; Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight; Tammy Wynette - Stand By Your Man.
Yes sir! You're gonna do it like this
I am an animal defjammable titanical high flammable
Don't ? me I live ?
Bitch!
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
I'm talkin to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins
My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players
I'm talkin to James Brown
We know where the funk came from
Johnny 'Guitar' ????
Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay
Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha
Mr. Cairo: You mean..., you won't make us an offer we... we can't refuse...
I am not nisam ja
white Anglo-Saxon protestant
I am not nisam ja
assassina
I am not nisam ja
british liberal
sačuvaj me bože kraljice
I am not
nisam ja
Darwinova opica
Sir Elton John
Sir McCartney Paul
Sir nja nja nja
sve debili sirevi
samo Orwell George nikada
kraljičina pudlica
nikada sa svinjama
I am not nisam ja
ko je seksao
sa kraljičinim snahama
prije princa dva
I am not nisam ja
možda Harvey Weinstein zna
mene fura Mi 2
oni su mi čista jeba
8 8
grafiti na zidovima
za zidovima čmarine
bijelo bi farbale
al' prefarbat' se ne može
razlile se bojice
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty, That's right!
And the pursuit of happiness."
Is that what they said? The very words.
Cole from a cold block, Common sense in a crack pot
Kanye as an a**hole when George Bush ain't like black folk
F*** forty acres and a mule need forty million and a view
Forty pointers, that's forty water, got forty b****** in a pool
Black Thought with no clue
Chief Keef in the Wu
MOs Def with the ice
Walter White with the blues
F*** forty acres and a mule need forty million and a view
Forty pointers, that's forty water, got forty b****** in a pool
Maybe
2000 years ago, born in a stable
His mum was Mary her friends called her Mabel
A poor family they couldn't save any money
They always had bread but they couldn't afford honey
Kings bearing gifts come to hear the sight
They saw a sign that shone from the sky
They walked for days brought their families along
Stood around Jesus and all sang this song
We believe in Jesus she is yellow white and black
We love Jesus she is woman he is man
We want Jesus and we give him our wealth
You know it would be easier for a camel to pass through
the eye of a needle than to go to heaven with our (your) money on our (your) back
Someone told the papers they were here real soon
Exclusive interviews with the bride and groom
The hotel boss said we'll give you the penthouse
if you mention our name, we're the Star public house
Joe had been sitting quietly til then
But this annoyed the hard working, tired young man
I thought you said there's no room at the Inn
But Sir, I didn't know you had influential friends
So 2000 years have passed and nothing has changed
Gambling, prostitution money's the game
But we can dream it doesn't do any harm
Maybe one day we'll all sing along
© Gary Stewart Burt 1999
There are many whites who are trying to solve the problem
But you never see them going under the label of "liberals"
That, that white person that you see calling himself a liberal
Is the most dangerous thing in the entire western hemisphere
He's the most deceitful!
That wasn't a conspiracy
But we're just not allowed to say ss that's plain to see
Until they let Jon Stewart say it on TV
Somebody tell Colbert he got something in his teeth
Looks like it's George Bush's cc to me
Somebody tell Kimmel he got something on his face
I guess George Bush like to ...
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Michael Knoll,
Janet Wilson, Philando Castillo, caron Bailey, Tamir Rice, George Flloyd, Sandra Bland, Breonna Taylor
Marco Loud, Christopher Davis,
Jacob Blake, Pamela Turner, Terrance Crutcher, chmad crbery
Darius Stewart, Joseph Man
Christian Taylor, clonzo Smith
Eric Gardner,
Terrill Thomas, Billy Ray Davis
Darius Robinson, Michael Lee
Freddie Gray, Marshall, Eric Harris, Philip White
Jonathan Sanders, Tony Robinson
Mya Hall, Laquon McDonald
Sir Yes sir
Sorry I fucked it up sir
Don’t Squash that punk
“I tell ya education education and education”(Blair)
We’re gonna compulsarise mathematics
Put them into afterschool
Make them learn their numbers till they don’t know fuck all else
Just teach them to learn their fucking numbers man
Get rid of art
Get rid of music
We don’t need art
We don’t need to stay in time
We just need numbers we just need your fucking numbers
What goes on in your tiny mind
Don’t squash that punk
Your funeral will be good for society
Your funeral tell ya
They’ll be lining the streets in their numbers
Lay your head down little punk
All the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn if
It's me ya ain't likin'
The last great debate I had
Was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper girl stop, pardon me
You be hard pressed to find
Another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, 2Pac, C-U-B-E
But Oprah'd rather put Superhead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon'
Think about we the same white audience that
Watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face
When you came at Luda
The same nice ladies that
Forgave Martha Stewart so I can be a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
Yes sir
Yes sir
We grinding out here.
Yea we getting that paper on you niggas man.
Everyday I'm grinding
Bitch you know I'm shining
You know I'll blind you, with vvs diamonds
Call it perfect timing
Must I remind you
I'll out-grind you
Everything designer
Really racked up
So my bitch done got finner
White chalk your ass
Let them folks outline you
Getting to them racks
Sticking to the G code
Get up out the streets
All you niggas do is fold
Sitting back in da trap flipping O's
Y'all niggas rats yall niggas hoes
Yen getting to the racks you just in the way
Trap phone going dumb shit everyday
Live by die by that's the way it go
Hit cha wit that 40 Put a tag on ya toes
Different flavor of za going for the low
Back the truck in you kno time to unload
I be up early staining while u still sleep
Ion like all that attention gotta be Discreet
Everything floody u kno I gotta feed the streets
Pack touchdown celebrate like a athlete
Everyday I'm grinding
Bitch you know I'm shining
You know I'll blind you, with vvs diamonds
Call it perfect timing
Must I remind you
I'll out-grind you
Everything designer
Really racked up
So my bitch done got finner
White chalk your ass
Let them folks outline you
Getting to them racks
Sticking to the G code
Get up out the streets
All you niggas do is fold
Call it perfect timing Shìt going good
Straight up out then trenches still n the hood
Out grind me a nigga u still on yo ass
Over lap me a nigga get that's shit off fast
I be wanna wreck but I cnt crash
In trap watching camera ducking off from task
This a selfie stick lil dog Nawl Ion pass it
You ion see these carrots on my neck silly rabbit
Brand new George v fit wit the lanvins
Yung nigga wit the motion bitch I'm really having
These forgitoas these ain't davins
New condo top floor I'm living lavage
Everyday I'm grinding
Bitch you know I'm shining
You know I'll blind you, with vvs diamonds
Call it perfect timing
Must I remind you
I'll out-grind you
Everything designer
Really racked up
So my bitch done got finner
White chalk your ass
Let them folks outline you
Getting to them racks
Sticking to the G code
Get up out the streets
All you niggas do is fold
George Pareti:
Ay, you already know, shoutout Tecca
Shoutout Quadeca
Jack Rutstein:
I know I'm 'bout to blow oh woah oh
I ain't dumb (KJ Productions)
I got black, I got white
What you want?
How many
How Many
How many
How Many
How Many
How many people lost their lives
How many people gotta go
How many how many
How many mothers gotta cry
How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking black
How many
How many know what that mean
How many really bout the biz
How many really down for war
How many whites gone get down
How many blacks gone stand up
Get shot with ya Hands up
Persecuted for taking a knee
The ghetto is so hood
The hood is so ghetto
Overstand the difference
Only when ya lived it
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down our stars
Watch everyday
Making mothers wish
In justice
More than system
We know isn't working
Im tired of being duped-looped
Through a cycle
Born again victims
It's time to break Free
Inception
When Kap took A knee
I was sitting up in the stands
With the wife and lil man
Ain't nobody gave a damn
They were focused on
Kaepnick
That's the point right there
We both considered
Figures his platform much bigger
For now cuz I'm here
Right with ya G
Imagine when we All
Take A knee
Stand Up
In more Than just a flag
Pride in a country
Ain't trying to scold em
Just killa Mike on a podium
So yes I'm a Dick
Gregory
How manny
Feed M.E. beats
I Triple that
Bread Fish Wine
Muhammad of My time
Just another acronym
To say that I'm
Tired of the killings
Corona got em feeling
How I was born
Not how we living
For cops I'm easy Pickens
So please tell M.E. again how many
How many
How many
Eric Garner-John Crawford III-Michael Brown
Ezell Ford-Dante Parker-Michelle Cusseaux
Laquan McDonald-George Mann-Tanish Anderson
Akai Gurley-Tamir Rice-Rumain Brisbon-Jerame Reid
Matthew Ajibade-Frank Smart-Natasha McKenna
Tony Robinson-Anthony Hill-Mya Hall-Phillip White
Eric Harris-Walter Scott-William Chapman II
Alexia Christian-Brendon Glenn-Victor Manuel Larosa
Jonathan Sanders-Freddie Gray-Joseph Mann
Salvado EllsWood-Sandra Bland-Albert Joseph Davis
Darrius Stewart-Billy Ray Davis-Samuel Dubose
Michael Sabbie-Brian Keith Day-Christian Taylor
Troy Robinson-Asshams Pharoah Manley-Felix Kumi
Keith Harrison Macleod-Junior Prosper-Lamontez Jones
Patterson Brown-Dominic Hutchinson-Anthony Ashford
Alonzo Smith-Tyree Crawford-India Kager-La'vante Biggs
Michael Lee Marshall-Jamar Clark-Richard Perkins
Nathaniel Harris Pickett-Bennie Lee Tignor-Miguel Espinal
Michael Noel-Kevin Matthews-Bettie Jones-Quintonio Legrier
Keith Childress Jr.
September sun falling out of the sky
Getting out the way for a Friday night
Check the rear view one last time
Make sure the bill on your cap's bent right
Put 20 bucks of 87 in your truck
And hide your Copenhagen can 'fore you pick her up
That small-town smile makes you fall in love like it always does
'Cause 'round here it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"Yes, sir", "Yes, ma'am" to the teachers
Field goal flies right through the cedars
'Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers and names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Later on in a field on the edge of town
There's gonna be a fire to circle 'round
Probably a six-string boy on a tailgate
A pair of blue eyes begging for some George Strait
He throws his jacket over her shoulder
And she slides closer
'Round here it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"Yes, sir", "Yes, ma'am" to the teachers
Field goal flies right through the cedars
'Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers and names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Them boots in the bleachers
We grow up 'cause that's what time does
But Friday nights will always remind us
The games we played, whole crowd behind us
And there's a thousand other towns just like us
'Round here it's all country on the speakers
Red-and-white "Go Eagles" on the T-shirts
"Yes, sir", "Yes, ma'am" to the teachers
Field goal flies through the cedars
'Round here ain't nothing changed
Except the jersey numbers and names
There's still them girls wearing scuffed-up sneakers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Falling for them boots in the bleachers
Cochran, Yvette Smith, Gabriella Monique Nevarez
Victor White III, Dontre Hamilton, Eric Garner, John Crawford III,, Michael Brown Jr.
Ezell Ford, Dante Parker, Tanisha N.
I was taught to go and hit that corner just to get up
Handsome young nigga
I'm your average day finesser
Got a lightskin chick
And her scammer name Vanessa
All my white girls got money
Cause they daddies buy 'em Telsas'
Shawty ain't no secret
I could tell that she like me
Tell me is the way I move
Cause I do so icy
Hit me late night we could make a joint like Spike Lee
Must've left your mans at home
Sucking me up oh so sloppy
Freeze
1, 2, and 3
She gonna pose for the camera
While on her knees
Roll up another one and pour as you please
Just make a store run for whatever you need
Put ya on a different level
I could upgrade your standards
Fuck around and spend a bag
Like you my favorite dancer
Is there a reason you look so good in all types of angles
If beauty was to kill you'll be a deadly Angel
I been sippin for too long I could hear the ice shake
Too much ass inside them jeans
When she walk it earthquake
I love being on the road
Cause I just make them bands quick
Money comes and goes but what just matters is how you manage it
Gotta chase a bag
Chase a bag, chase a bag
Can't stay on my ass
On my ass, on my ass
All that copying my moves
They looking up like I'm they dad
Tell em stick to what they
Switching lanes you might crash
Ridin' thru LA with a cup filled with syrup
Police pulled me over
Talking bout excuse me sir
Smokin' on that Boston George
Help cancel out the noise
If you thought we was no one
Guess again we them boys
I was taught to go and hit that corner just to get up
Handsome young nigga
I'm your average day finesser
Got a lightskin chick
And her scammer her Vanessa
All my white girls got money
Cause they daddies buy 'em Telsas'
Shawty ain't no secret
I could tell that she like me
Tell me is the I move
Cause I do so icy
Hit me late night we could make a joint like Spike Lee
Must've left your mans at home
Sucking me up oh so sloppy
Scattered in your tattered robes while I'm ranking in the high courts
Unless your goal's to bore me, what exactly do you fight for
He comes to spit, although, of which I have dismissed, sir
He thinks that he's the shit and that he's hit with what he's dissed, sir
I know our family's are both of our passions
But you just wanna take your sister to the room where it happens
We both had big battles that brought us to our acclaim
But when it comes to duels, you got that Stormtrooper aim
Hamill's hamming on Hamilton, you couldn't hold a candlestick
Your wife already burned you for me; Alexander Anakin
This battle - man, I'm owning it!
Well I grew up in the great state of clabama
home to Dixieland delight
were we'd ride them red dirt roads each and every weekend night
until the break of day light
Now momma she worked in the medical field delivering babies all day long
and daddy he worked construction life year off and on
It's just a simple ways of living in the great state of clabama
being a man
and being Proud Of Who I cm
I'm a eight ball shooter a Hank Williams Jr Jack Daniels son of gun
I like the man in black some Skynyrd on a track and I'll give you the shirt off my back
I'm a six pick stringer white tail killer singing son of a gun and
I'm proud to be from the great states of clabama being a man and Proud Of Who I cm
I come from Deep in the South from a little bitty town known as cndalusia clabama
51 minutes away from Jamey Johnson's Home Town
We take pride in our men and woman who serve this country
raised on yes sir and yes ma'am and on Sunday mornings were praising the Lord
then resting up for a hard weeks work just to earn a buck
but this ain't the end so buckle up
cause there's one more thing I forgot to mention
I'm a eight ball shooter a Hank Williams jr Jack Daniels son of gun
I like the man in black some Skynyrd on a track and I'll give you the shirt off my back
I'm a six pick stringer white tail killer singing son of a gun
and I'm proud to be from the great states of clabama
being a man and Proud Of Who I cm
I'm a eight ball shooter, a Hank Williams jr Jack Daniels son of gun
I like the man in black some Skynyrd on a track and I'll give you the shirt off my back
I'm a six pick stringer white tail killer singing son of a gun
and I'm proud to be from the great states of clabama
being a man and Proud Of Who I cm
Yeah I'm a child of GOD's a Upchurch, Charlie Daniels, Kid Rock, and George Strait fan
i root for the Crimson Tide and hell I make my living from paper and rhymes
I do my music independently cause I don't wanna be no pretty boy getting flashed by camera's on TV
So there it is that's how it is I ain't your today's pop star country Wanna be
I'm just a Good ole boy who believes in doing right and Proud Of Who I cm
Black to the white
White to the black
Brown skin tone there's no coming back
Black to the white
White to the black
RIP George Floyd Nigga
Cops pulling triggers at our innocence
Shit is evident
Even when we spend our lives in benevolence
There's violence
Agression in the action
We just want peace
Why we gotta choose factions
Climbing in a black world
Sending out a black word
System like a black hole
Capitalistic vicious bitch they chasing us
Shit they caging us
But we gotta keep on moving
With our heads up
Ain't no changing us
Breads up
Double up
Triple up cake
Bumping loud beats
Swerving in our own lane
Wrecking up the game motherfucker
Why you hate motherfucker
You a lame motherfucker
We the same motherfucker
Why won't you open up your eyes
Opression systematic bureaucratic fuck the lies
There's no suprise
Brown crown entreprise verbalize the ostracized
Black to the white
White to the black
Brown skin tone know my shit don't crack
Back with my might
Light on my track
Black lives matter raise my fist in every weather
It's a cycle it's a trap
Catch a felony no jobs
Family members killed by strangers
Gangbangers waging wars
That's why guns banging in our songs
That's why cops creeping round our blocks
That's why eyes red with blue rage
Staining all our thoughts
Lyrical criminal praying for a miracle
Critically cynical mind is analytical
Turning off the TV I can't help but be satirical
Truth is still invisible stupidity so cyclical
Brutal why so vicious push him off a wheelchair
Reaching for my wallet pop pop drop dead
It's just a broken light I didn't want to fight
Knees on my neck please sir I can't breathe
Playing in the park with a toy gun
Pop pop pop that's a dead son
Pop pop pop just another one
When will this shit end
Choked to the death
Who will be next
This world ain't fair
Wishing for wellfare
How can there be
People that don't care
As a brown man I don't dare to say
Too much to the police
Here's what I have blue man
A ton of Anxiety
It is because of them
Why we’re here so why the fuck are they here, sir
I’m tired of being peaceful
I have lost three brothers to this sir, three
This is not alright, I’m hurt
Am I expendable
Is life contingent on white supremacists with ammo
Relentlessly killing colored people, if I go
Outside will I die?
I'm standin' on your grave
and I'm finsta take a pee-pee!
Tour guide: Excuse me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: Nah, I said I love it here in D.C.
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.
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