[Verse 1: P] I am a guy But call me nigga, please Nigga please, you see that boy, that's a nigga b ain't a color, it's a mindstate, you diggin' me? not, I get it tho But all them white boys blowin' weed they some too The difference is they got privileges will kill me but I doubt that they kill 'em too This ain't a or a jab But I'm feeling kinda mad they ain't like a villain too His is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine And he chilling too Now if my make you hate me then I hope you go blind And can't see what your do Now sound kinda harsh But you would feel like I feel if you had children too make you sayin' and I shoulda have your man Sittin' there with the face A dickface, you a And what you gonna to all the people from a mixed race America is a place (you know) But we paint it to be is big city talk that we spreadin' worldwide Coming from a nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost
Styles P, Kweli, The Seven
[Verse 2: Talib of a brown guy Travel 'round the with the name of a Muslim man Now there are some up- and downsides The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police I ain't a Muslim but my is Grew up now I'm sorta spiritual I know it's cliché I see in the music We it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ You say you're hating on race, huh And that you're colorblind and you Hip-Hop Like that's some kind of call like you can't get in the face, huh why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes Extremism is ugly no matter what or People who don't in god kill all the time The Bible violent than the Quran, you see what's in there? Ain't no system got a monopoly on all the crime I judge a man by his and by his enemies But they don't show themselves without a good This ain't a TV show, They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good I don't need your I need your empathy your opinion is not required here That's why you're hidin' on the 'Cause all that 'Nigga'-shit you're writin' will get you fired, yeah up, too