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Peep the math, Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reparation and apologies, for Africa to America Odysseys Guerrilla type tactics on them socialistic fallacies It be about, the devastations of the social doministic thought Keep a brown man down sport They wantin' to keep eye in vengeance set nigga The way Franz Fanon put it, you lucky I ain't wretched yet You fucked up in the game now It's big black, Mr. Chairman of the Mau Mau I hear the world in all black surround sound Barricaded so you can't move around now Doing this for my clan that ain't around now Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now My loud sound pound down make the earth crush in and bow down There's fault lines in the ground now shake 'em down Black Chevy, Mau Maus, get ready Blaow blaow, black deadly, femme fatal Underground, rats in this rat race And black race cats sell out to the black face And rag grin, laugh not my light skin Be S M O O T H from P H Backseat strappin' in 'Cause I'm the only bitch with big black and them Who the crew? M A you, M A you, gun ready 'Bout to attack the track with black is black Well how black? Black heart, black mind, black soul Mau Maus we was born to roll Who the crew? M A you, M A you, aim fire 'Bout to attack the track with black is black How black? Black womb till we reach the black hearse What's black? Shade of the Universe Yo, yo yo when mo black start to black out bitches pass out Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out Black monk like The Salonius The government got a black phobia That's why they tap my black Nokia Black fathers, black mothers, black brothers Handcuffed to each other, goin' upstate in black buses Black thugs, wrap drugs in backwoods Smoke till they got black tongues Black lips and black lungs Black is black, wack mc's get smacked Forced to go home and dial 1 800 I can't rap Aiyyo who that? Yo right there blue eyes, and black hair Kill 'em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Air's So quick son pick one, you don't want me to finish Or I'll quickly take you to 1950 and do you like the British Head on a spear, contusions ear to ear For Africa maxima, I'm a drive you out of here Mr. 1 16th, born to kill your self esteem Born from part devil, part cracker from queens Knowledge that we drop, you don't even build with That's like me winnin' a rap Grammy, givin' it to Little Smith Who the crew? M A you, M A you, gun ready 'Bout to attack the track with black is black Well how black? Black heart, black mind, black soul Mau Maus we was born to roll Who the crew? M A you, M A you, aim fire 'Bout to attack the track with black is black How black? Black womb till we reach the black hearse What's black? Shade of the Universe Yo everything black is wack and shit Blackheads, blackmail, black cats and shit Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and shit Black cars, black clothes on they backs and shit Blackballed, if we don't kiss they ass and shit Blacklisted see ya nigga, and you're gone that's it White bitches, they wanna be black and shit Tan lotion on they white flat ass and shit Aiyyo all the Mau Maus gather up and let's attack Because they're tryin' to fuck with our images And I think that shit is crazy wack And as a matter of fact, they want us niggaz To smile and laugh I guess they never seen a bloodbath Brothers and sisters are dyin', babies are bein taken out So what the fuck they want me to rap about? About how happy I am, to be livin' in the slum Where little shorties walk around totin' big guns Who the crew? M A you, M A you, gun ready 'Bout to attack the track with black is black Well how black? Black heart, black mind, black soul Mau Maus we was born to roll Who the crew? M A you, M A you, aim fire 'Bout to attack the track with black is black How black? Black womb till we retilach the black hearse What's black? Shade of the Universe Hard black droppin' science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin' science, born to roll Hard black droppin' science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin' science, born to roll Nigga, nigga you think these rhymes? You think they fuckin' rhymes? This this this this philosophy This the end of red neck ass catastrophes Puttin' a plunger in the ass of my history Forty one shots of reality for the generations to come after me As it be, hell hath no fury like a black man scorned Nigga black is black, you've officially been warned Nigga you've officially been warned You hear me? You've you you've officially been warned You've been told nigga, you've been fuckin' officially been warned This is for your dome, straight up Mau Mau style, back from the forest knahmean? You've officially been told how it's gon' come down End of millennium style You've officially been told how it's gon' be, knahmean? Hard black, Mau Mau Smooth black, Mau Mau Big black, Mau Mau 1 16th black, Mau Mau Joe Black, Mo Black, Double Black
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