(feat. Eban Thomas (The Last Poets))

		

		[Eban Thomas]

It is absolutely silly, and unproductive 

to have a funeral for the word "nigger"

When the actions continue..

We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters 

Not a funeral for niggers

'cause niggers - DON'T DIE [echoes]



[Nas]

Uh, yeah..

Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin, in your sink and your toilet

I be drinkin from your spit, anything 'cause I'm all less

An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead

Correction: I got eight legs, climbin on top yo' plate, bed

Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food

Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool

The ghetto is my land, fool, I'ma never be able to

fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath

your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of

your pesticide or RAID 'cause, in heaven's my Creator

I love it when the light's off, eatin from same knives, forks

from, ANY man's dinner, see my antennas

You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make

if you squash me, learn to live with me

How much your Ross Motel costin? Yo, we in the city

But yo, we everywhere! Check your house good, I bet we there! 

LOOK HEED!



[Eban Thomas]

Niggers are like roaches - they're never gonna go away

Learn from them what we should not become

'cause niggers - DON'T DIE [echoes]