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letra de what's it gonna take? - litefoot

[intro: announcer]
now what we have here jim is, uh, eminem is accused of being a racist because he said the n word. but, i was looking in the record store and i saw this african-american, biz markie, with a headdress on. now, isn’t that offensive to native americans?

[verse 1: litefoot]
it’s unfortunate the world we live in seem filled with hate
don’t wanna believe my eyes, the conflict men create
there ain’t much love ain’t much that seem sincere
we all think we free, but mostly just slaves to fear
go to war with other nations for less than what they did
didn’t throw us in no ovens but still burnt up our women and kids
don’t sound nice to talk about but i gotta do it still
no ones ever apologized to us, my rap talks how i heal
how i deal with all the anger? i feel that’s just not mine
instead of goin’ at ’em with nines, i get at ’em with these here rhymes
but don’t get it twisted, it’s still in me to wanna fight
calm down, that wasn’t aimed at you, now just because you white
i wanna fight for true freedom my ancestors cherished
it’s gonna take us all, no matter what color ya skin and hair is
so think bout how you treat folks when ya tongue rolls round ya mouth
’cause if i said half the things to you i hear—my sh-t’d get sn-tched out

[verse 2: litefoot]
so can you speak to me about what the world screams to me?
disrespect so d-mn blatant, who’s realities on tv?
got the money to buy the box but what’s this comin’ out my box?
it ain’t respectin’ me—what the f-ck’s on my tv?
sat-rday night live got a comedian named billy smith (it’s sat-rday night!)
he don’t look like no skin i know, he ain’t funny for sh-t
he got a cowboy hat on and of course a braid out the back
but he don’t talk good english and oblivious to why he’s laughed at
guess basically what lorne michaels and jimmy fallon tryin’ to say
is i’m in the past—”what you doin’ here, tryin’ to be today?”
that me and my people just some washed up has-beens
that we couldn’t even tell a joke or be funny to get some friends
snl sayin’ the same as the movies, biz, and hip-hop
we only good with feathers on, we don’t exist when they off
i punch the remote feelin’ like my whole race is a joke
i wanna grab ’em by his throat but instead i just burn this cedar for hope

[bridge: announcer]
this just in, eminem has been convicted of being a racist and uh, well many hip-hop people just continue to wear the atlanta braves and cleveland indians on their head

[verse 3: litefoot]
i did this show in new york in the county of n-ssau
my homeboy lance handled that, shinnec-cks, w-ssup y’all?
i flew into laguardia, i brought the whole d-mn tribe
my wife, my son, my bruhs from the big dub y
called over to milwaukee, they got aztecs right there
i told ’em blow the whistle, make gold dust fill up the air
they ain’t never gonna seen or expect the show we bring
’cause this indian gonna make a call and bring the whole rock steady team
showtime and it’s chaos, the coliseum’s sold out
jadakiss spits, ludacris grabs the mic and out
before busta rhymes it’s time for litefoot and his crew
i jumped onstage gr-ss danced and i spit the truth
then the crowd split between cheers and “f this skin!” (f this indian!)
i thought this was america people, i guess we ain’t equal again
now a year later i’m watchin’ the grammy’s, it’s 2004
the crowd praisin’ outkast dressed like indians, jumpin’ around on the floor, man

[chorus: litefoot]
so what’s it gonna be for you and me to see
that we brothers and sisters, we all need equality?
this world ain’t just white, it ain’t all black either
it takes the brown, yellow, and red to complete the people
what’s it gonna take, more of our blood to spill?
is it gonna be k!lling the earth over oil to drill?
this world ain’t gonna make it, so we best to chill
i ain’t got sh-t to say but a lot you could feel
so what’s it gonna be for you and me to see
that we brothers and sisters, we all need equality?
this world ain’t just white, it ain’t all black either
it takes the brown, yellow, and red to complete the people
what’s it gonna take, more of our blood to spill?
is it gonna be k!lling the earth over oil to drill?
this world ain’t gonna make it, so we best to chill
i ain’t got sh-t to say but a lot you could feel

[outro: announcer]
so, i guess really what we’re coming down to is that if it’s good for the goose it’s good for the gander

- litefoot

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