MEN IN BLACK Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I'm a God, but they claim I'm a man in black Check the DNA, shit, some hold the artifacts
The type of raps that help a nigga get a new plaque Type of knowledge make the wise wanna play it back
Got a question every day when they changing facts Just like I had to change my mind, I'm just poor and black
And if my history is gone, then I can't connect Struggles as a child, cause crackers never could connect
Ain't eat in days, but they thinking it's my intellect Can't say electric off at home and mom gone get it back
Diffuse would've pulled up faster than a cheating man If you cool just being black, then you getting scammed
Look at the image we portray, we don't see the plans The cards dealt don't even matter, it's a rigged hand
But when I came back, I left clues for me to understand I chose my fam wisely, was my only plans
I'm the pages in the Bible that ain't known to man So fall deep into my words like some quicksand
I love music cause I loved it, not for a couple bands When I was broke, still had a dime to be the music man
Freestyles at lunch tables showed who I am The confidence to innerstand was always who I am
The poorest one at the table, fubu on my feet Couldn't see what I was wearing, made they minds free
Then God blessed me as a baller, so I missed the streets I chose my mom and dad wisely, wanted love and peace
If I'd've came back, vengeful blood on my feet I would be born into a family that love to feast
On they own, flush and blood all through the streets Don't leave a trail back to hell when heaven what you seek
Let it go nigga, when you leave it all behind it's gon' show in ya When you leave it all behind it's gon' show in ya
I know it's hard to change but don't be scared to grow with it When you want more than the streets don't mean a bitch nigga
You ain't no quitter, just something clicked in ya Change yo mind, it's time to grow nigga Change yo mind, it's time to grow nigga
I know you scared dawg to grow nigga It doesn't mean you ain't a real nigga It doesn't mean you ain't a real nigga
Now let me break it down and give y'all ass the hardest hits Without my mom through this universe I wouldn't exist
She navigated, made decisions, I was scared to pick Had my ass in music classes, all types of shit
Days we was poor, she watched my talent, helped the fam forget Broke as hell, but to see them smile made my soul rich
30 plus cousins nigga, I ain't need new friends That was my gang, my fam was famed, they gave a nigga name
Them Gods helped me get through hell, prepared me for the rain I had to grow but towards them I'll never change
Pegues, Allens, Ashworths, Wallers, man they all the same Handys, Pulios, Goldman, Jackson, yeah they all the same
Cowards plus Harrell's, Reddick, you know they part of the chain A bunch of last names, that'll be the first to bang
So all that money and that power, you can say the claims My universe ain't wrapped around in those little things
I'm profound, to natural laws, the white men wanna change This what happens when a lil'name get big fame
I ain't the Gods you worship, but I break chains Free the mind from the cages, let the birds sing
And dance through the jungle baby, like the Soul Train We froze hell, rebuild heaven, such a cold game
But I'm just heating up, like the propane If I was white and learned the truth, I would've went insane
The very thing, giving life shit, taking mine strange Who can I blame? Ooh, what a shame, the ones with melanin
Birth fear then separation through the slave act Removing through they soul they gods and just men in black
Take everything from them, keep they ass on they backs And wave reparation over us, no goals attached
You think the ones who slave us just gon' give it back? Then you dumber than the stooges and don't need it back
Lost in they lying facts, if Santa Claus deliver gifts I guess we have to change his maps the God's back
But what's legit? White bitches now on our dicks cause a nigga rich And black woman mad at us cause we really switch
Marry other races, they divorce us, money go to them The sun up in the sky is the only real son
Not coming back to build yours should be the only sin Not coming back to build yours should be the only sin