Is the groove good to you Like when you lose your thing Forgettin grits is grocery And eggs is poultry
Makin a livin against those makin a killin Super black man gotha back And is back in the building If the prison is that skin you in And your cell sittin inside your skull They say you can't getaway From ya damn self When your earth is heaven And your world be hell Check your head Armageddons at the foot of your bed
You ain't heard a word I said Forget them slacks
I'm that throwback that Threw that throwback Back on the racks To get my mind back
Oh say can you see I get back it's still just a black and white TV In lyin color brother Gots to getaway to the other.
Never was too good Off the top of my head
Cause I want y'all to know Exactly what I said
This so-called war in Iraq Over a thousand dead That's about 10 a week Even as I speak
33 percent of black males in jail 55 percent of black students will fail 85 percent of black folks forgot We were slaves Up inside this box
America got folks brains on lock Forget the connects
Some wanna buy what's next Wear it like a sign up in that chest
Y'all should know Papa don't take no mess
If you think your past is irrelevant Don't you know ol' soul pays the god damn rent That messiah ain't never Gonna come as long as
You thinkin freedom Is bein free to be dumb
Soul is back So flip them hits back Damn the fashion I wanna know where's the passion
Thinkin we came a long way baby
Sayin poor Michael's psycho And Prince he's crazy
But what has Bob, Mick, Sir Paul Done for you lately
How they maintain on your brain Seems to escape me
Heard some ghetto cats Don't like metal rap
Hear it and fear it And they think its wack
They don't even know that the blues is black And when I rap is back to the roots
Where I be at
Not some 30 year old who don't know facts Who's wild sayin things like some juvenile
Remember 2 million black folks in the penile Got a world of white folks Thinkin it's style
Think I'm hatin cause you lack the information 'Cause we the FBI still gots on file