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Crack Music
[Chorus]
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 hearing
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-Lynch
And we been hanging 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 ****
We ain't sure man
Put the CD on your tongue yeah, that's pure man.
[Chorus]
From the place where the fathers gone,
The mothers is hardly home
And the,
Gonna lock us up in a, home
How the Mexicans say we just trying to party homes
They want to 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,
Am and Hammer baking soda
Raised they own quota
Writing when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cause,
'Cause dreams of being 'Hova went from being a brokeman to a being a dopeman
Ta being a president look there's hope man
This that inspiration for the mos and the folks man,
Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosing.
And this is the soundtrack,
This the 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 something, something on the pulpit.
We took that ****, measured it and then cooked that ****
And what we gave back was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from Grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammy's
This dark dixon has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it.