Verse 1: theDeeepEnd You can't get the black out Tell that to America I am not an error, the ink spill from this black pen I ain't talking jails that all my people can't relax in Hold off with that white out, express through my creation Even if they turn the lights out I'm in tune with my blackness White or brown liquor hit my liver till I black out Black sheep, to that Black d**h, no stress in this black heart I've been blessed, and I've been kept, the best secret in this black hole We call the industry, it seems I've made some enemies If you're gonna be friends with me I need you to be real Truth be Morpheus, I'm Neo, and I need the reddest pill Paralyzed to garage music, I need something I can feel How we lose the soul in these black beans And it ain't macaroni if you just gon chase cheese It seem the blacker skin forever grated I'm ungrateful to the hatred, you can't wash away the hue on my canvas n***a Audio Clip 1: Nina Simone An artist' duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times. But I choose to reflect the times and the situations in which I find myself. That to me is my duty Verse 2: P.A.T. Junior I pen in patterns for those rewindin' all mad and Asking who's this rapper that's quarterbacking and snapping Sharpen the Sharpie for the blacking Permanently slashing with gorilla tactics is habit you gone need Black Ops for access Know the Canvas is blacker than your average So we practically are savage Might be ridiculed for Riddick views on standards If the famous saying puts us all at NASA As an artist how can you moderately travel and practice dodging the stratosphere They posture in a pocket place, stay Pulling from a copied space, ain't Painting any pictures just Pica**os with a lot to say, lay
Product of a pardoned pace, sub Partial with a Arctic state Alaskan with yo crafting, well we waving all you water weights It's more than just a wash away we break it down, to build it up Construction for the art estate, we Pushing every margin for the Author of a larger page And make our mark til you mockeries stop and start gray ....Black!! Audio Clip 2: Nina Simone I have no choice in the first place. To me, we are the most beautiful people in the whole world...black people. I mean, that in every sense. Outside and inside Verse 3: Sonaye Well alrighty, know im already The sweetest cherry, so the darkest berry Where the bark is very often heavy Bet your bottom penny that these chops is pretty awfully deadly That's machete Swear from now on going off on every, every, that's confetti So get those kernels ready An episode of snapped been necessary Been blacking like the wiz or a pantry And once it go to that, no running back, like its caught fairly But tell me Why the same tone as many funerals carry? Was made to hit home my type of beautiful scary Notice anything with shade will build the usual wary Not to worry tho Everything pound zero, zero, zero, and three mo' Bills of flamingo If it ain't the cliche of nino or mandingo I will never speak the lingo My scream just sure as a bingo Pitch black, I pitch that, any other noise just mismatched Audio Clip 3: Nina Simone I always thought that I was shaking people up but now I wanna go at it more. And I wanna go at more deliberately. And I wanna go at it coldly. I want to shake people up so bad that when they leave a night club where I performed...I just want them to be to pieces