Kanye West
Crack Music (f/The Game) lyrics
Songwriters: Meeks, Willard Lawrence J; West, Kanye Omari
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
How we stop the Black Panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin'
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it's like we got Merril-lynched
And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it, the fiend's cop it
Nowadays they cant tell if that's that good shit
We ain't sure man
Put the CD on your toungue yeah, that's pure man
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
From the place where the father's gone
The mothers is hardly home and the
Gonna lock us up in a home
How the Mexicans say we just tryin' to party homes
They wanna pack us all in a box like Styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical
Arm & Hammer baking soda
Raised they own quota
Writin' when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cuz
'Cuz dreams of being 'hova went from
Bein' a brokeman ta bein' a dopeman
Ta bein' a president look there's hope man
This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man
Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin'
And this is the soundtrack
This tha type of music you make when you round that
Crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
God, how could you let this happen
Happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?
That's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music
That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga
That's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music
Our father, give us this day our daily bread
Give us these days and take our daily bread
See I done did all this ole bullshit
And to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the pulpit
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back was crack music
And now, we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from Grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammies
This dark diction has become America's addiction
Those who ain't even black use it
We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music
Crack Music (f/The Game) lyrics © Please Gimme My Publishing, Inc.; Emi Blackwood Music Inc.; Unichappell Music Inc; Nycom Music Ltd
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