Crack Music (remix)

[Hook: Kanye West + Game] That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga (That's that crack music nigga) (That real black music nigga) [Verse 1: Kanye West] How we stop the Black Panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Gil Scott was "Heron" When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin Crack, raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland We, invested in that, it's like we got Merrill Lynched And we been hangin from the same tree, ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it Sell it, the fiends, cop it, nowadays they can't tell if That's that good shit, we ain't sure man Put the CD on your tongue, yeah that's pure man [Hook] [Verse 2: Kanye West] From the place where the father's gone, the mothers is hardly home And the madigon's lock us up in the Audy Home How the Mexicans say, we just tryin to party holmes They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical Arm & Hammer baking soda raised they own quota Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove cause Cause, dreams of being Hova Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman To bein the President, look there's hope man This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks man Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin ...and this is the soundtrack This the type of music that you make when you 'round that [Hook] [Kanye West] God, how could you let this happen *echoes* [Verse 3: Game] I'm comin' from the the the projects Air 1's crackin' the ground It's Kanye with that immaculate sound Im right here ain't no backing me down Hands on the hot hood Compton sheriff's pattin' me down They wanna know about the Summerjam beef with 50 So I reach for my license inside my Dickies Mr. officer after this autograph for ya daughter Can you back the fuck away from my Aston Martin I got places to see and people to do Teairra Mari, I fucked Brooke Valentine too This is crack music, I break her back to it And tommorrow she can take my name and tattoo it She see the hood in a nigga If she look hard enough she can see the fuck[?] in a nigga She ain't mad she know what's good in a nigga Matter of fact she know that it's just rap and the fact is [Hook x3] [Outro: Malik Yusef] Our Father, give us this day, our daily bread Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ol' bullshit And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin somethin on the pulpit We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mommas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies And we gon' repo everything they ever took from granny Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys This dark diction has become America's addiction Those who ain't even black use it We gon' keep baggin up this here crack music