40 Acres

She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
If racism ain't a color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right?

Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools, for forty acres and a mule

Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'mma tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin', yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, killed every damn thing on it
Killed everything if it looked European, send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin' hallelujah
When them crackas ask why? Say we did it for the Muller fucker

Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools, for forty acres and a mule

Loaded my clip up for Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me, "Oh not him again"
Tear your ass out the jump, middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga's snitchin', that's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it 'cause he got a deal
First album poured been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I won't send it here, learn to stay silent
Learn more from these streets then they did in they college
I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights, beat a murder case if it's a nigga life
Heard it from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres for my Muller and my necklace, yeah

Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools, for forty acres and a mule