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letra de música negra (black music) - the x-ecutioners

[scratched] black

we’re all (black)
triangle trade over the face, that’s a fact (uh huh)
down south john birch and burning churches
covert kkk is filling more he-rs-s
but what hurts is, the worst is
that i’m always versus my n-gga over there
while the rich at the top of the pyramid won’t let me get near
we used to (run) through maryland woods
but now we got the opportunity (wah wah wah) it’s all good
but since they shipped us (across the waters)
it’s as if i should be grateful. i’m important
like dominicans, haitians, we live on the same land
but don’t speak the same language with the same suntan
such a shame, how the racist theories cloud some mind
you see the ladder of economics is what we need to climb
to gain power by any means. war or peaceful?
the powers that be won’t give (power to the people!)
i put my sanity in jars of jams to preserve it
i’ll be d-mned if i didn’t purge the poison of the (serpents)
he never gave my community acres to construct
we just put us in this palms standing on a lifeline
and like guns that’s rusted, we’re always self-destructive
and i wonder how the (f-ck they’ll justify genocide)
we got to see the times, y’all
wake up, put some afrocentric make-up on your mind. (come on!)
the whole world’s about to break up
motivating words [?]

i hope you (dig it) all (black children)
hear me (everywhere)
hear this (everywhere)
hear it (everywhere)

[scratched] grooving

i hate to see (black people) waste away sitting
waiting for a handout, i’m creative, so i stand out
it’s fitting that we (run) and win this race
it’s ‘cause we come from royal lineage first place
was just civilizations base, conquered, captured
exported over the face, ‘tis a topic for cochrane and grace to explore
how could this ni-gore, american, african
fondle like flap five. (ayo, what up, k? what up, five)
what the f-ck is happening?
how can i be sure that before i die
these dreams i dream just becomes my life
it’s like i’m pushing a boulder up a mountain
the strain on the brain is released on (street lines, you dig)
and we squash you imposters like (subterranean monsters)
x men’s rob swift, who nets good times
cm smooth like [?] the naturally gifted
sending blessings to the audience, habitually twisted
yo, my audio performance, decrypt it or miss it
the n-ggas that i fought with on a mission
we never burn out, we keep on building
yo rob, yo. what’s the sh-t that you frequent? that’s the question
[scratched] and the rhythm of my hair extensions

we got to see the times, y’all
wake up, put some afrocentric make-up on your mind. (come on!)
the whole world’s about to break up
motivating words [?]
i hope you (dig it) all (black children)

[scratched] grooving

try to master your survival, my people calls you (beautiful)
these two brothers got the knowledge and we use our tools
we spread our music (into the streets)
you see, the earth’s a turntable, revolving on the beat
my breadth of verses’ just soul fruit
and straight up n-gga entertainment for (you)
i hope (you and your main man) flow with poetry
imitate a life of [?]
his name is (rob swift) all production and the scratch (and, and)
the multi-talented master gud (and, and)
t, y, the m, the e
i resent what they did so i’ll never (have mercy)
i dream about music, my lifetime vision
is to have minority children grooving to (black rhythm)
rob, yo hands, nah, there ain’t no equals
just one creative expression for all (black people)
and all (black people) struggles is what’s molding me
that’s why i always drop the hot (black poetry)

- the x ecutioners

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