INTRO (scratched): Try not to say it x 4 VERSE 1: I be hating Sucka' emcees, and the sucka' word, thinking that you're soft if you don't use it at all; that's absurd. Rhyme-wise, it's my life to tell tales precisely, so I ask "Why's it that some Black People like the word so much that hurts so much?" It's slutty use, and one can only flirt so much 'til people get hip to your misery. (You) Can't forget history, and thinking we can take the "bad" out of it just means shit to me! Black People say saying it "disarms" the (N-)bomb but White People saying it will still cause some harm. What's the chance of it being harmless, when you're still feeling shocked if anybody says it, regardless of their ethnic background? That's now the point I'm trying to make: is words are weapons - we put ourselves on a stake, or bayonet, grenade, or gas - 'cause we're gassed into thinking we can take back a word we never had. CHORUS: Suckas use the word but I don't. Suckas use the word but I won't. Suckas use the word but I don't use that word in a rhyme - it insults my kind. Suckas use the word but I don't. Suckas use the word but I won't. Suckas use the word but I don't use that word over bass - it insults my race. VERSE 2: Class in session: research showed me that most english words come from another language. The mother of this particular word is Spanish. And by the time it had reached this land, it managed to take on a negative tone getting used by slave owners. "Better get use to abuse both physical and verbal" seems like the message given. Two-hundred years prior, they illegalized the whippins but the talk's still happening today; but in an episode of the Twilight Zone, coming out the face of an image looking similar to mine in a mirror. What kind of a hero wants his kind to be zeros? What I'm steering clear of is segregation - separatin' that (word) from the "Blacks" like Chris Rock suggests. Obsessed, thinking "you with me or against me?" That's on some Strange Love, like (Flava) Flav. I don't wanna be called "yo --" CHORUS VERSE 3: I be hating Sucka' emcees using the sucka' word. Thinking that you're hard 'cause you use that shit a lot; that's absurd. Rhyme-wise, you've got lots of options; observe twenty-seven thousand in a book named Oxford or Merriam-Webster. Playing them jester roles 'cause your speech is limited makes me sick. 'Cause when rights for you didn't exist, people risked their lives for you to benefit. Now you piss it all away like every song's a holiday. (Too) Busy sleeping, and I want you all awake. And I ain't even talking 'bout conscious rhymes. You don't have to watch your mouth, but a watchful eye will see in your freedom of speech, it's your speech that traps you like "Who cares?! It's just a word," and what-have-you. While racists laugh at you, I want us to find a way to solve the number one Black-on-Black Crime. |
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