Message to the Black Man

[Intro: Tech N9ne] This song is very close and dear to my heart, man To be able to say something like this It takes a hella motherfucker to say it This song is dedicated to all my people Its called Message To The Black Man Check it out [Hook] My people you 'posed to be My people ain't ya But my people ain't something that I see Cause ain't enough of you at my shows We've been all over the globe Ya we makin' the dough But y'all ain't spinnin' it My people you 'posed to be My people ain't ya But my people ain't something that I see Cause ain't enough of you up on my records And peepin' my shows Y'all don't no that I'm about to become boss and take control [Verse 1] It started on the slave ships (slave ships) And field niggas would eventually take the day shift With house niggas inside loyalty may shift And it did divide us now we still need a race lift Fuck a face lift I ain't changing my identity For energy from any that's obscenity Now in 2007 we sick and ain't no remedy Jealousy envy and murder it's like you ain't no kin to me Guess we ain't nigga we go hard in the paint nigga Still when you see me out you ain't the one who faint nigga It's them other fans from them other lands They listen to me more then my sister and brother man I could see if I was a wack motherfucker Bitchin' about the way that my people act motherfucker But I do spit my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive Get off of your lazy ass like you know something about music [Hook] [Verse 2] You cry about the way I paint my face It ain't y'all taste, little homie let my state my case I'm not a devil or damn jester rumors can fester Never uplift a demon with the image of my ancestors African, act like you see me when you be traffickin' Laughter when you frown up at me your hatred is bafflin' You watch American Idol my people my paint is tribal it Symbolizes not evil but the will still in survival You niggas be so tough the moment we roll up Your upper lip rolled up you hatin' it so what Everyone knows us my city is sold up My shows crush but y'all don't show up They say it's more than money bitches whores It's funny this here's war my people at his door And I'm knocking, meanwhile we rocking Globally and it's sad man Light black attendance got my people lookin' real bad man [Hook] [Verse 3] I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me The way you write me up as a demon astounds me Brotha Lynch, 40 Water, Federation, DMX Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me Brother J homie he with me til this day homie Who you know that's blacker then that? With a staff and a Lac My people lovin' that trash and they rap I'm immaculate maybe they grab it if I was blastin' a mack Attackin' my people cause I'm black and I'm lethal With this rap I don't trap, but I'm crack Why you do be so close-minded when I'm rhymin' Wishin' you can find it Everybody but you motherfuckers get behind it And I'm doper then a ki nigga Message to wee niggas Rocking sold out shows is where I'm gonna be nigga And that's all I sell out, something you should see nigga Betcha would come and see it if I told you it was free nigga [Hook] [Outro] Act like you know I’m your very own, motherfuckers Hardcore shit, stop buying all that bootleg bullshit, too Support your motherfuckin' artist And Big Scoob said, when he finds out who’s fuckin' Bootleggin' the Summer Edition, Rogue Dog shit He's at that motherfucking ass And I’m right behind his motherfucking ass, you dig me? Tech N9ne, nigga!