Nas - N.I.G.G.E.R.(Slave and Master) Song lyrics

N.I.G.G.E.R.(Slave and Master) lyrics song by Nas

Artist :Nas  Lyrics : N.I.G.G.E.R.(Slave and Master)

Here is the song lyric of Nas :

They say we N-I-double-G-E-R
We are -- much more
Still we choose to ignore -- the obvious
Man, this history don't acknowledge us
We were scholars long before colleges
They say we N-I-double-G-E-R
We are -- much more
But still we choose to ignore -- the obvious
We are the slave and the master
What you looking for, you the question and the answer

We trust no black leaders
Use the stove to heat us
Powdered eggs and government cheeses
The calendars with Martin, JFK, and Jesus
Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers
Schools with out-dated books, we are the forgotten
Summers cooling off by the fire hydrant
Yeah, I'm from the ghetto
With old black woman talkin' bout their sugar level
It's not unusual - to see photos of dead homies' funerals
Aluminum foil on TV antennas
Little TV's sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners
Girls dye their hair with Kool-Aid
They gave us lemons, we made lemonade
But this nigga's paid
Ancestry of slaves
Descendant of kings
It's necessary I - bling
Put rims on everything
Wear Timbs on every scene

Do I mean it like the slave master: "NIGGER"?
No, I'm Gangsta, Gotta Eat Rappers
My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases
That should mean the court can see my changes
Take off the bracelets; savage when broke
Smoke sour diesel, need no Bo-Flex
My chest still cut up like a bag of dope
Thought patterns consist of boss matters
Spit Moses' lost commandments
Like a gross sandwich out my mouth
Toast to government cameras peepin' us
Every week I must have my cars, homes, and phones sweeped for bugs
But this is what I was dreaming of
Between cutting hard coke with new razors slicing my fingers up
They used to string us up; we wanted everything
But the one bringing us cake be the snakes
Like the, like the New Jack City wedding scene
No time for mistakes, tryna get it like Medelln

People afraid of criticism
But I always put myself in the sacrificial position
They've been know I ain't just rappin' for fame
I got my old homie half-sister father asking for change
Yup, I give the cash up
This paper don't matter
They seen me from skinny to fatter
When I rap about war
They got a tendency to scatter
They ain't my back-up no more
So now my enemies are at my front door
'Cause any time we mention our condition
Our history or existence
They callin' it reverse racism
Still to this day the streets torn
My brother Jung'll always have a seat for him
Not behind me, beside me
You'll always know where to find me
They say the close ones'll hurt you
So let's keep a small circle
On the road to riches and diamond rings
In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king

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