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del the funky homosapien - del's nightmare كلمات الأغنية

let me tell you a little story about the slave master
use a whip on your -ss so you behave faster
you got chains on your neck and the man’s respect
you’ll work all d-mn day but you will never see a check in the field

cotton you yield, your skin peels off your back
from the crack of the whip, it won’t heal
ya wish, you had a shield ’cause he wields iron
so when you act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing and it’s tiring

forget about recreation
one wrong move and it’s death you’re facing
white mothaf-ckaz got the ball and chain
on your leg and in the form of religion on your brain

they say, you the devil, you say, who the devil?
some of us was house n-gg-rs, some of us was rebels
some tried to get along the best they could
and didn’t n-body use the phrase, it’s all good, would you?

they got you living like a shrew
they throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards then you make a stew
they give us a white jesus to appease us
we talk among ourselves and hope n-body sees us

they had our brothers beating us, called us creations
plus monkeys, they just junkies mistreating us
the master said, “if you don’t whip ’em, you’re dead”
it was f-cking with his head but he beat us instead and we bled

red blood flowing like a flood
then he’d rape your mother stick her face in the mud
they were ruthless! if you tried to front, you’d be toothless
some tried to run even though it seemed useless

virginity was torn, soon babies was born
that was half white and now his skin is kind of light
you think you’re special, because they let you oversee the carnage?
but i bet you will get hung, even if you stick out your tongue
’cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through your lung

now it’s 96 and white people say, forget it, it’s all in the past
and some even regret it ’cause they think we’ll set it
now my missions to get federal
so i can raise a black family with a true devil
and you know how that goes

the slave master watching over you
always trying to tell you what the f-ck to do
the slave master watching over you
but ain’t nothing gonna stop me and my crew

this is for you kids trying to get signed
just a little something you should keep in mind
the labels are slave masters, artists are slaves
don’t get too raunchy, they want you to behave

you get signed, you’re thinking this is great
but wait you never knew what was at stake
creative control they withhold, you sell your soul
when you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold

but you’ll never see that, not without promotion
the label’ll just throw your sh-t out and got it floatin’
you think your sh-t is potent but ain’t n-body buying it
if they ain’t never heard of it, ain’t n-body trying it
if they ain’t never heard of it, your record’ they murder it
you can complain but they are not concerned a bit

’cause when they signed you, they thought you’d make a hit
’cause of who you were affiliated with and all that bullsh-t
frustrations, all these rules and regulations
just so you can have your sh-t heard by the nation and be patient

’cause by the time they find a lead release, your sh-t is ancient
you think they’re working your alb-m? you’re mistaken
and if you flop, you get dropped, ’cause you ain’t the star
you didn’t go pop, just straight up hip hop, time to get a mop
’cause without no promotion, of course sales drop

peep the break down if tapes cost ten
you’ll probably only get to see a dollar in the end
that you cannot spend ’cause your budget gets recouped
so you never get cash unless your record is shoop

you better hope you get shows, which will not happen
if you don’t have a record that’s the main attraction
even if you sell a million, you’ll get burned
’cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns

for a while, you wonder why rappers don’t smile
’cause to them, you’re not an artist, you’re just another file
another n-gg-r used to make another buck
they don’t give a f-ck and if your sh-t don’t blow up, tough

but the star gets both promotion and devotion
from the whole f-cking staff, at you, they laugh
the star probably don’t know that he the house n-gg-r
thinking he bigger ’cause he’s the, pick of the litter

these labels think backwards
they push the acts that need it the least
so they can get all the money they can when it’s released
they take you to a restaurant for a feast
and then expect you to pick up the check?

that’s why i give props to n-gg-z who is independent
’cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it
splendid and lets end it and don’t get offended

the slave master watching over you
always trying to tell you what the f-ck to do
the slave master watching over you
but ain’t nothing gonna stop me and my crew

the slave master watching over you
always trying to tell you what the f-ck to do
the slave master watching over you
but ain’t nothing gonna stop me and my crew
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- del the funky homosapien

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