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