Nas

Nas - N.i.g.g.e.r. (the Slave And The Master) songtekst

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		[Chorus]

They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are

Much more, still we choose to ignore

The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us

We were scholars long before colleges

They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are

Much more, but still we choose to ignore

The obvious, we are the slave and the master

What you lookin for? You the question and the answer



[Verse 1]

We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us

Powdered eggs and government cheeses

The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus

Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers

Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten

Summers, coolin off by the fire hydrant

Yeah I'm from the ghetto

Where old black women talk about their sugar level - it's not unusual

To see photos of dead homie's funerals

Aluminium foil on TV antennas

Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners

Girls die their hair with Kool-Aid

They gave us lemons, we made lemonade

But this nigger's payed, ancestral slaves

Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling

Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Do I mean it like a slave master, nigger?

No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers

My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases

That should mean the court could see my changes, take off the bracelets

Savers went broke, smokes, our diesel, need no Bowflex

My chest still cut up like a bag of dope

Bought patterns consist of boss matters

Spit Moses' lost commandments like a growth sandwich out my mouth

Toast to government cameras peepin us, every week I must

Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs

But this is what I was dreamin of

Between cuttin hard coke with new razors slicin my fingers up

They used to string us up, we wanted everything

But the one bringin us cake be the snakes like the

Like the New Jack City wedding scene

No time for mistake, tryna get it like metering



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 {Over Chorus}]

{My nig', what up my nig'? Yep!}

People afraid of criticism

But I always put myself in a sacrificial position

They been know I ain't just rappin for fame

I got my old homie hasslin to father askin for chains

Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter

They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war

They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more

So now my enemies are at my front door

Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence

They callin it reverse racism

Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung'

I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me

You'll always know where to find me

They say the close ones will hurt you

So let's keep a small circle

On the road to riches and diamond rings

In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king



[Chorus]

		


		
		
		

		
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