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MICjordan
(Intro: MICjordan)
Party people in the place to be
1-2-3, we are the Tribe of Le-vi emcees
My man P-O-O-R right beside me
and I am E-N-S-I-T
E
N-O-N-S-T
O-P
and to my man N-O-N, P-E-A-C-E
(HOOK:)
We do it for the stunned expression
Yo, son is flexin!
Just one direction I run--
towards perfection!
the wonders, the blessings
the blunders, the stressing
conversations with the ones who constructed this profession!
(VERSE 1 - MICjordan)
The claps, the props
the gasps and the shocked
expression on listener's faces after we rock
and it has to be hot, so I try to play it cool
speak on dastardly plots and denial of states of truth
slash the trash and the slop
to swipe it away and move you from your ass to the top
of your spinal cord, rhyming for
all the times that I adored titans before
who made fine things out of fighting words,
designed so superb
so when my mind swerves like skidding on a wet road,
I make minds blow 'cause my goal is getting your head to explode
I came to let 'em know, we better change or grow
'cause right now we're trapped by shackles and chains of gold
(VERSE 2 - Poor)
I grab mics just to grab your attention
although at a show, what I'm known mainly for is listening
beats bang loud as fuck
head noddin, breakin your cup
these live vibes got 'em givin' it up
but under the surface, verses and feedback
a purpose emerges, and that's why I squeeze mics 'til they short-circuit
never nervous, workin' and ready and rockin' steady
like Fab 5 Freddy, legendary like Andrettis
we burn rubber on emcees like Charlene
and pour gasoline on their tight jeans
jumping-in-the-scene-ass marks
I don't write dark, I write smart
so play your part and I'll play mine,
we do it from the heart
(HOOK)
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lyrics: Poor, NowOrNever, MICjordan, Sadat X
(VERSE 1 - POOR)
Does it mean I'm always a victim of racism, a product of the system,
dead, or headed to prison, or just a slave to addiction?
maybe a man who descended from rape or reading restrictions
or from a family tree with most of the roots missing
or is it being stripped of religion and called Christian
or maybe its being conditioned to situations that we live in
or maybe its being born with rhythm or rhyme spitting
being skilled at sports, sprinting, hooping and even tennis
What's it mean to be black and from the motherland?
or on the other hand, what does it mean to have melanin in my skin?
someone once said, "I am Rock And Roll, I am Soul,
I am Hiphop, and R&B, I feel God in me"
But the mystery remains, because our history decays
and BET nowadays is just bitches and Escalades
that isn't me, so does that mean that I am less of a nigga?
I hope so, 'cause ignorance is just a part of agenda
no pretender or surrender to the world as we know it
plus I was born black, and I don't need nothing to show it
this is for brothers who are hopeless
living with moms, tats on their arms
to Uncle Toms in higher echelons in a large garage
so being black to me is loving yourself
and trying to learn how to love someone else, and spread love
and being black to me means loving your fam
and trying to hold them down the best that you can, you understand?
(VERSE 2 - N.O.N.)
Black as the universe, I stand on a planet,
Track the timeline of mankind, 'cause I span it,
African descendants that's way older than Sanskrit,
skin with melanin thats just as intricate as granite
my history has granted me fortunes, still candid
through the perilous tortures since this is where my fam landed
through American eyes, I understand their plan's demented,
since they want you to compete in their race that they invented
I know my historyand so I gotta represent it
In the direction we're headed, it's strongly recommended
They call it the "White house," and y'all don't think that that's offensive?
being black in america has never been splendid
I wish that I could end it, all the hate on the map
because your skin is way more than just a mindstate or act
people often mistake stereotypes for facts,
and get caught as they walk right into the trap
(CHORUS:)
So what's it mean (what's it mean)
What's it mean (what's it mean)
What's its mean (what's it mean) To be black, ya'll?
4X
(VERSE 3 - MICJORDAN)
Blackness is defined as the absence of light
It's often used as a synonym for evil and bad
In the west, it's the color of death, so I slept
on the impact of what the word really means when my dad said
"I ain't gotta do nothin' but stay black and die!"
it a fact that so many things came from back when tribes were abducted
and placed into the bowels of boats in chains
it persists to this day in our style, our quotes, the way our bodies move
how to us, art is really part of you
all you do, equivalant to life itself
it's the story that I might as well try to tell,
even on my mom's side, hell, she was born and raised in Africa
plus Sicilians have really been black because the Moors got the drawers
from so many so-called pure Neapolitian girls that
curly hair and dark hair endures to this day
so like they say, what's in a word?
Especially one so political! I'm yellow on the islands,
colored in Johannesburg, in America, I'm a nigger though
even so, as a kid brothers was like, "how you figure bro?"
whether white kids or black kids, fists was getting thrown
I fought for my place to belong to a race
slaughtered, disgraced, and often we're chased
its odd, 'cause we face such losses but make
the soundtracks of mordern life,
so people feel the deep blue soul below all the hype!
(VERSE 4 - SADAT X)
Brothers Labeled As Conquering Kings
Acknowledge the black man when he walks and how he swings
it's the natural, rhythmic, mind detect mind
see me in the sun with my natural shine
lineage stretches from the Pacific to the Euphrates
peace to my kings and civilized black ladies,
me, Im all about the babies, watching 'em grow,
feed 'em in the nest so when its they time to go
I'm the proud papa, just look at my brood
teach 'em to be black, they've grown well off my food
Blackness is also attitude and swagger
we deserve the be part of this so-called Earth
How dare you measure the worth of the world's first man
I love black people--I am one, I am a fan!
I love how we hit home runs, I love how we put down guns
love how we cure desease
Creole, Mulatto, Midnight Black, all of these
You better hear the message of the breeze!
We coming back to take ours from the land to the seas
You know you when show us something once, we gon' master it with ease!
(CHORUS)
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