Black Is Back

(Malcolm X sampled) Concerning the difference between the Black revolution and the Negro revolution [Lakim Shabazz] Well, I’m Black - the dominant shade, I'm an upgrade A hip-hop musician, so listen as I get paid Cee Just rips the cut with the dope stuff Can the 45 King Sample a Dope Noise? Sho’ ‘nuff! I know the ledge, over the edge I won’t fall This rhyme was designed for the Final Call We got to struggle and fight, against apartheid Who are these people telling us when the living die? I’m sorry to say, but one day, we are gonna die I don’t know about you, but I’m here, and I’m gonna try To make the Black man understand that we can Get the Qur’an back in our hands in the Motherland You say it’s gonna be hard, but I’m god, I got the proof and truth And now it’s time to get loose Spread my Wisdom, educate the people Forget these Divine-Evils Just leave them The Hell alone Pick up your telephone Dial some positive brothers so they can join in And come along Peace unleashed upon Minister Farrakhan For preachin’ and teachin’ the truth To the deaf-and-blind With negative brothers, you know Shabazz don’t bother Most brothers strive, but I strive harder These are Actual Facts, the dominant Black, I’m Right and Exact I came to tell you my brother Black is back (Concerning the difference…) Black is back! See, I’m real, rougher I had enough a’ You poppin’ off at the mouth, so Midas-ize that muffler The hype, I don’t believe the white I do conceive, imagine While you’re gaggin’, smoking’ weed Black man from Asia, I will amaze the Crowd, kick it loud boy, this is not a deja Vu Who in the world is gonna stop me? You, you souped-up sucker? You slip and you’re sloppy Rhymes are retarded, separated, departed From real to unreal - don’t get me started ‘Cause once I start unleashing my talents People take a vote - so place your ballots Nine times out of ten, the god will win Hear some boos - I lose to you, tell me how you’re livin’? You must be livin’ like a snake in the grass My name is La, I’m descended from the Tribe of Shabazz I am original, critical, you wanna hear a lyrical Menace, when it’s battle, go against me? I pity the fool ‘Cause fools are those who oppose the right way The rules are chose, don’t go, nobody knows, I might stay Here to endear, persevere with my skill I'll drill with science of self inside your head And then I’ll build a strong foundation Now tell me if I lack I came to tell you, my brother - Black is back! (Concerning the difference…)