Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boog Brown
Vocals
Slopfunkdust
Beats
Sponatola
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elsie Swann
Composer
Terrance Harding
Composer
Marc Irvin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slopfunkdust
Producer
Sponatola
Producer
Lyrics
"Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun. You set the trap for you to run! And everybody black, I got they back and I'm the one. So if you want it better show sumn'"
{Verse 1}
You can charge it to the system that failed us
Nailed us
This cross cost us so much
Everything we touch?
Still gold
Still the hold
never wanna let go
Movin fast, too slow
Who to ask? Who knows
Chambers that echo LOUD
Hope you black and still proud
Hope you understand who you are now, here we are Now!
Right up in the thick of it
Same story still tick-tick-tick-tick
Different toilet, same shit
Trained in a language to tame and erase us
ENRAGED
It's a shame how they played us but hey, just another day in the same rigged game
For a little bit of change give us shame like
That's a fair exchange as if that ain't what's to blame.
As if that don't come with change, it's a shame let's just call a spade a spade
Call a spade a spade.
(Chorus)
Yeah, yeah I hear you talkin'
Whatchu sayin tho?
You wishy washy needta straighten up ya backbone
Either you walkin or you gawkin take yo ass home
Say you ready when it gets hot, yo ass gone
And we'ont really need nunnathose
Nah, we don't really need none of those
We don't really Need NONE of THOSE
yo, we don't really need nunnathose, Hoes!
{Verse 2}
Root to fruit without straps and boots, still.
Straps and scraps, somehow we still made a meal
Ain't no lesson that time won't reveal
Be second guessing your way up out of a blessing for real.
An indicator to go sharpen the steel, be still.
How can you focus if your scope is broken
Somebody stole and replaced it with a bitter potion
And with the notion of you ever woke up
That you might start a revolution
Might start demanding solutions to problems garnished in hatred
Served up to be debated as if our lives be played with.
Hell yeah there's ANGER followed by DANGER in tryna keep us chained up.
KNUCK IF YOU BUCK!!! Times UP
let's round em up.
Anybody out of line? Is outta luck.
Yeah anybody outta line is outta luck
Tha fuck??
(Chorus)
Written by: Elsie Swann, Marc Irvin, Terrance Harding