40 Acres feat. B Rossi,Killer Mike

歌詞

[Verse 1: B. Rossi] 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 in 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 the black guy It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right? [Hook: B. Rossi] 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 [Verse 2: Killer Mike] 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, yeah Killed every damn thing on it, yeah 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 Lumumba, fucker [Hook: B. Rossi] 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 [Verse 3: T.I.] Load up my clip off a Zimmerman Filling my pocket with Benjamins Who the fuck are you? I been a man Them crackers see me "oh not him again" Take your ass out the trap 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 suppo' been outta here Not quite dude, back to selling blow On some 24s I'mma send it here, learn to stay silent Learn more on 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 be the murder case Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king What you mean, bitch? Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah [Hook: B. Rossi] 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