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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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Crack Music (f/The Game)
Kanye West F That's that crack music That real black music
That's that crack music That real black music
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 That real black music
That's that crack music That real black music
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 That real black music
That's that crack music That real black music
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 That real black music
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
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