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Black Zombie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Tommie Spearman
Tommie Spearman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Ninan
Jake Ninan
Assistant Engineer
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
Hill, Inc.
Hill, Inc.
Producer

Songtexte

Uh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes Killing shawty future, I wonder how do we last it? Underground in they casket, ancestors turning I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask For reparations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop being controlled, we black zombies Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (black zombies) Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars We've already gone insane We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs Stab our own backs and dream too much Without fulfilling reality, too greedy And can't have one or two chains, we need three of them Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em On our own people and, fuck black leaders 'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet Let's all get down and get up Victims walking 'round with down's Syndrome, all stuck Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated Just to make another generation, black zombies Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (just following) (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (black zombies) You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance Feel free, hear the music and dance If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews Or from Israel, Bismillah al Rahman al Rahim Islam's a beautiful thing And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow That's the sound of the beast I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid Control your own destiny, you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copycat, following the system (black zombies) Wake up Black zombies in a spell for more than fo' hundred years Ghetto niggas won't have it no mo', can I get a witness? Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it When you can do it yourself it's all in you, do it, do it Do it niggas c'mon, uh, peace, peace, peace, peace Do it
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Tommie Spearman Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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