Message to the Black Man lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

This song is very close and dear to my heart, man

To be able to say something like this

It takes a hella motherfucker to say it

This song is dedicated to all my people

Its called Message To The Black Man

Check it out

[Hook]

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

Cause ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Ya we makin' the dough

But y'all ain't spinnin' it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

Cause ain't enough of you up on my records

And peepin' my shows

Y'all don't no that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 1]

It started on the slave ships (slave ships)

And field niggas would eventually take the day shift

With house niggas inside loyalty may shift

And it did divide us now we still need a race lift

Fuck a face lift

I ain't changing my identity

For energy from any that's obscenity

Now in 2007 we sick and ain't no remedy

Jealousy envy and murder it's like you ain't no kin to me

Guess we ain't nigga we go hard in the paint nigga

Still when you see me out you ain't the one who faint nigga

It's them other fans from them other lands

They listen to me more then my sister and brother man

I could see if I was a wack motherfucker

Bitchin' about the way that my people act motherfucker

But I do spit my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive

Get off of your lazy ass like you know something about music

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

You cry about the way I paint my face

It ain't y'all taste, little homie let my state my case

I'm not a devil or damn jester rumors can fester

Never uplift a demon with the image of my ancestors

African, act like you see me when you be traffickin'

Laughter when you frown up at me your hatred is bafflin'

You watch American Idol my people my paint is tribal it

Symbolizes not evil but the will still in survival

You niggas be so tough the moment we roll up

Your upper lip rolled up you hatin' it so what

Everyone knows us my city is sold up

My shows crush but y'all don't show up

They say it's more than money bitches whores

It's funny this here's war my people at his door

And I'm knocking, meanwhile we rocking

Globally and it's sad man

Light black attendance got my people lookin' real bad man

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me

The way you write me up as a demon astounds me

Brotha Lynch, 40 Water, Federation, DMX

Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me

Brother J homie he with me til this day homie

Who you know that's blacker then that?

With a staff and a Lac

My people lovin' that trash and they rap

I'm immaculate maybe they grab it if I was blastin' a mack

Attackin' my people cause I'm black and I'm lethal

With this rap I don't trap, but I'm crack

Why you do be so close-minded when I'm rhymin'

Wishin' you can find it

Everybody but you motherfuckers get behind it

And I'm doper then a ki nigga

Message to wee niggas

Rocking sold out shows is where I'm gonna be nigga

And that's all I sell out, something you should see nigga

Betcha would come and see it if I told you it was free nigga

[Hook]