Lletres: Kam. Neva Again. Neva Again.

[Kam]
Lift every voice and sing
Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing
So save the negro spiritual
It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle
And no more song and dance
like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance
Y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
Stand up and do somethinYa'll Don't Here Me Dough"

[VERSE 1]
Damn, one-time just bust a u
And they 4 deep, too
They seen all these caps and t-shirts
And them gold thangs underneath the skirts
But the law ain't been broken
Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token
Oh, so that explains it, no doubt
Uncle Tom pointed us out
But I ain't tryin to get jacked
They give me static, I'm givin the shit back
Cause I ain't did nothin wrong
And this L.A. drama been goin on too long
So it's on if they touch me
Matter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me
Cause fool, I ain't waitin
I'm 5000, so much for gold daytons
I hit a side street and circled twice
Shook em like hot dice
Parked the toy in a driveway
Cause the same thing happened last Friday
I tried to tell you, they was devils once befo'
But y'all don't hear me though

(Hey fellas
You guys know who I'm talkin to)

[VERSE 2]
(Damn, this baby pagin me, 911)
Who is that? (This bad-ass white girl from...)
Aw nigga, you went out like a straight boyscout
(What you talkin bout? fool, this girl a straight freak)
Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic every week
Askin the doctor, "Have you ever seen this?"
With a long-wired q-tip stuck up your penis
Waitin for the test results to come back from upstairs
While you say your prayers
And ask yourself: was it really worth it?
Before Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect
But you wasn't satisfied with the sisters
So now you got blisters
Trick or treat? (Aw nigga, you can eat a dick)
Or vice versa, that's how you treat a trick
Nigga like you who ain't learned
That hittin pale skins'll get you burned
Man, y'all better let them white hoes go
But y'all don't hear me though

(Hey fellas
You guys know who I'm talkin to)

[VERSE 3]
(Damn Kam, I got a migraine) What you eat?
(Just some pork chops and pig's feet
And a couple of strips of bacon)
What? (And my head just started achin)
I hate to say 'I told you so', but I told ya
You couldn't take it from a soldier
Kam got the ham broken down to a science
So keep it out your appliance
Cat plus rat plus dog equals hog
Poison-ass animals, people need to ban em all
(Nigga, I been eatin pork all my life, and I'm cool)
Fool (You don't know what you're missin)
Listen that's the reason why you get sick so quick
And spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick
So he can fill your prescription
For your ass, for your headaches, and your hyper tension
When all you gotta do is stop eatin the swine
And everything'll be fine
Black folk better leave that pork at the sto'
But y'all don't hear me though

(Hey fellas
You guys know who I'm talkin to)

[VERSE 4]
Damn, my nigga got stretched
He's down for the k.o.
For movin that lleyo
And now they askin him to snitch
I hate to say it, but the nigga dug his own ditch
So now he's caught in a catch 22
Damned if he don't, and fucked if he do
Lookin at 15 with a l
Scared he'll touch down, so what the hell
He starts singin like a bird
Federal detectives recordin every word
Puttin niggas in a twist, steppin on toes
How long will he last? God only knows
Ballin outta control, gotta put on a hold
So it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at?
It ain't like he didn't know
Cause I damn sure told him
He just ain't hear me though
Stop beggin for a meal, cause everything is real
Nigga look at yourself, you in hell
Claimin wel-fare, or should I say fare-well
Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me
And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?
Stay off the Hennesey
Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine
You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine
Now how long has it been?
For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again

[Kam]
God bless America.. but for what?
How bout God damn America, the slut (yeah)
Now I can name that tune
Cause the land of the free is sellin negroes at noon
But how soon we forget
Mention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit
Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears
Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin in my ears
I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam
So it's hard to keep calm
when I'm accused of bein racist for lovin my people first
Now they wanna put me in a hearse
but black people never made white slaves
And we was too lovin to put Jews in a oven
But the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then
And by the way, I never ate a Indian
So who's the real savage?
Six feet tall on the average
Mark the number of the God damn beast
To the East my brother to the East say neva again

[Kam]
Oh say can y'all see?
It's the home of the slave, land of the never free
America me, the so called negro
with another verse, so here we go
As long as y'all been givin me hell
No wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell
to tell on America the Beautiful
The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth
And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her
The penalty is DEATH
Cause we ain't forgave or forgot
blacks bein murdered, tortured and shot
Six hundred million, one-eighty-sevens
It's bringin wrath down from the heavens
So let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow
is point at your dome, and if we don't make it home
Cancel Christmas
Like EPMD we got some "Unfinished Business"
From way back, payback for your sin
So paleskin, tell a friend, neva again