Nas - N.I.G.G.E.R. & The Slave Master

They say we N I - Double G E R We - are - much more, Still we choose to ignore, The obvious. Man this history don't acknowledge us, We was scholars long before colleges. They say we N I - Double G E R We - are - much more, But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the question and the answer. We trust no black leaders, Use the stove to heat us, Powder eggs and government cheeses, The calendar was Martin, JFK, & Jesus, Gotta be fresh Go to school with fly sneakers. Schools with outdated books, We are the forgotten, Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto, Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual, To see photos of dead homies' funerals, Aluminum foil on t.v. antennas Little TV sit on top the big TV eatin TV dinners, Girls die they hair with kool-aid, They gave us lemons we made lemonade, But this nigga's paid, Ancestry of slaves, Descendant of Kings It's necessary I, Bling, Puts rings on every thing Where Timbs on every scene. Do I mean it like a slave master? NIGGER! No! I'm gangsta Gotta eat rappers! My abbreviation Was young when I caught the cases, That should mean the court could see my changes Take off the bracelets, Savage when broke, Smoke sour diesel Need no Bo-flex My chest still cut-up like a bag of dope, Thought patterns consist of boss matters, Spit Moses' "Lost Commandments" Like a gross sandwich out my mouth. Toast to government cameras Peepin us every week I must have my cars homes & phones Squeaked for bugs, But this is what I was dreamin of, Between cutting hard coke with new razors Slicing my fingers up, They use to string us up, We wanted everything, But the one bringing us cake be the snakes Like the... Like the New Jack City wedding scene No time for mistakes trying to get it like My nig... Whattup my nig? People afraid of criticism But I always put myself in a sacrificial position! They been know I ain't just rappin for fame, I got my old homie Yep! I'd give this cash up This paper don't matter They seen me from skinny to fatter When I rap about war, They got the tendency to scatter, They ain't my backup no more, So now my enemies are at my front door, Cause any time we mention Our condition, our history or existence, They calling it reverse racism, Still till today the street's torn, My brother Jungle always have a seat for 'em Not behind me - beside me You'll always know where to find me, They say the close ones will hurt you, So let's keep a small circle, On the road to riches, and diamond rings In the land of the blind The man with one eye is the king.