[Intro:]
Everything black, I don't want black,
I want everything black, I ain't need black,
Some white, some black, I ain't mean black,
I want everything black.
Everything black, want all things black,
I don't need black, want everything black,
Don't need black, our eyes ain't black,
I own black, own everything black.
Six in the morn, fire in the street,
Burn, baby, burn, that's all I wan' see.
And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain,
It's such a shame, they may call me crazy,
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or something,
But, homie, you made me.
Black don't crack, my nigga.
[Verse 1:]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015,
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean,
Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses,
You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it.
I'm African-American, I'm African,
I'm black as the moon, heritage of a small village,
Pardon my residence.
Came from the bottom of mankind,
My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide.
You hate me, don't you?
You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture,
You're fuckin' evil, I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey,
You vandalize my perception, but can't take style from me,
And this is more than confession,
I mean, I might press the button just so you know my discretion,
I'm guardin' my feelings, I know that you feel it,
You sabotage my community, makin' a killin',
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot.
[Chorus: Assassin]
I said dey treat me like a slave, cah me black,
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black,
And man a say dey put me in a chain, cah we black,
Imagine now, big gold chain fulla rocks.
How you no see the whip left scars pon me back?
But now we have a big whip parked pon the block,
All dem a say we doomed from the start, cah we black,
Remember dis, every race start from the block, just memba dat.
[Verse 2:]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015,
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean,
I mean, it's evident that I'm irrelevant to society,
That's what you're telling; me, penitentiary would only hire me.
Curse me till I'm dead,
Church me with your fake prophesizin'
That Imma be just another slave in my head,
Institutionalize manipulation and lies,
Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes.
You hate me, don't you?
I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself,
Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt,
Watchin' me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out,
Muscle cars like pull-ups, show you what these big wheels 'bout, ah!
Black and successful, this black man meant to be special,
CAT scans on my radar, bitch, how can I help you?
How can I tell you I'm makin' a killing?
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot.
[Chorus: Assassin]
I said dey treat me like a slave, cah me black,
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black,
And man a say dey put me in a chain, cah we black,
Imagine now, big gold chain fulla rocks.
How you no see the whip left scars pon me back?
But now we have a big whip parked pon the block,
All dem a say we doomed from the start, cah we blackm
Remember dis, every race start from the block, just memba dat.
[Verse 3:]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015,
When I finish this, if you listenin', then sure you will agree,
This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred,
It's genocism, it's grimy, little justification.
I'm African-American, I'm African,
I'm black as the heart of a fuckin' Aryan,
I'm black as the name of Tyrone and Darius,
Excuse my French but fuck you, no, fuck y'all,
That's as blunt as it gets. I know you hate me, don't you?
You hate my people, I can tell ‘cause it's threats when I see you,
I can tell ‘cause your ways deceitful,
Know I can tell because you're in love with that Desert Eagle,
Thinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gon' bleed him.
It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war,
Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door,
Beefin' with Pirus, only death settle the score,
So don't matter how much I say, I like to preach with the Panthers,
Or tell Georgia State, “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”,
Or try to celebrate February like it's my b-day,
Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays,
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements,
Or watch BET ‘cause urban support is important.
So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street,
When gangbanging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?
Hypocrite!
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