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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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Crack Music Featuring Game
Kanye West F 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 is 'Heron' When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin
Crack, raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland We, invested in that, it's like we got Merrill 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 fiends, cop it, nowadays they can't tell if That's that good shit, we ain't sure man Put the CD on your tongue, 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 madigon's lock us up in the Audy 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 and Hammer, baking soda raised they own quota
Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove 'cause 'Cause, dreams of being Hova Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman To bein' the President, look there's hope man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
This that inspiration for the Moes and the folks man Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin' And this is the soundtrack This the type of music that 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
Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music
That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga
Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music Our father, give us this day, our daily bread Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread
See I done did all this ol' bullshit And to atone, I throw a lil' 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 mommas ain't got to be they, cooks and nannies And we gon' repo' everything they ever took from Grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks, for Grammy's
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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