(feat. Eban Thomas of The Stylistics & The Last Poets)

		

		[Nas]

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we (Superfly)

Made Gucci the shit - Louie too, suits and ties

Player trophies, pray to Goldie

Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs'

Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shit

Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid

Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets

Sip Moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies

I love y'all; pyramids to cotton fields

to Wrigley Fields, forgetten men who DID get killed

Christmas addicts, the first blasted

Peace to the rich lady, purse snatcher shot in the back

I know your hunger kid, I know they hung your dad

Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad

Minstrel shows; from gold to shackles and back to gold

We act like we home, matter of fact - we are home

Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones

Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones

Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag

Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass!



[Eban Thomas]

As James Baldwin says,"You can only be destroyed 

by believing that you really are 

what the white world considers - a nigger" [echoes]



[Chorus: sung w/ ad-libs]

No matter how, hard you try, you can't stop, us nooooow...

No matter how, hard you try, you can't stop, us nooooow...



[Nas]

Can't be stopped..

Yo, on Dateline, the other night they showed hate crimes

Gave a blood time 'cause he fought with his canine

Bestiality, Humane Society

Go to China, see how they dine, see what they eat

Better yet ask PETA, whoever; which animal makes suede?

If not for suede, would you have survived the Dark Ages?

Cannibal ways of the ancient Caucasians

Stare you like you're steak tartar, pinot noir

David Star on the chain of Sammy Davis

He helped pave the way for Southern Crankers and them Harlem Shakers

Now we gettin our papers, they try to censor the words

and stop our money comin, but you can't escape us - haters 



[Chorus]