[Verse 1: P] I am a guy But don't call me nigga, Nigga please, you see that white boy, a nigga b Nigga a color, it's a mindstate, you diggin' me? not, I get it tho But all them white blowin' weed they some niggas too The difference is got white privileges Cops kill me but I doubt that they kill 'em too ain't a stab or a jab But I'm kinda mad they ain't treated like a villain too His weed is as mine, his gun bigger than mine And he motherfucking too Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go And can't see what children do Now that sound kinda But you feel like I feel if you had black children too Racism make you sayin' and I have your man Sittin' there with the sick A dickface, you a And what you gonna to with all the people from a race is a sick place (you know) But we paint it to be This is big city talk that we worldwide Coming from a humble nigga out a poor hood, ghost
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2: Talib Kweli] Life of a guy 'round the would with the name of a Muslim man Now there are some up- and downsides The is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans I ain't a but my friends is Grew up now I'm sorta spiritual I know it's cliché I see in the music We switch it up, you see the mix it up like a DJ You say hating based on race, huh And that you're and you like Hip-Hop Like that's 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 who don't believe in god kill all the time The more violent than the Quran, you see what's in there? no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime I a man by his actions 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 The Wire, the good seasons I don't need your I don't your empathy your opinion is not required here That's why hidin' on the Internet all that 'Nigga'-shit you're writin' will probably get you fired, yeah up, too