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 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 fiends cop it, nowadays they can't 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, 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 mother 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 brokeman

To bein' a dopeman, to 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 the type of music you make when you 'round



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

Happen, happen, happen, happen, happen



Oh, that's that crack music, crack music, crack music

That real black music, black music, black music



That's that crack music, nigga

That real black music, nigga



Oh, that's that crack music, crack music, crack music

That real black music, 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, [Incomprehensible] 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 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 diction has become America's addiction

Those who ain't even black use it



We gon keep backin' up this here, crack music

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