Skegee (Explicit)
J.I.D"Skegee (Explicit)" ist ein Song von J.I.D, 2021, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:04, 72 lines / 603 words.
Songtext
0:00(See the storm)
0:02Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uh
0:03(Over there)
0:05Yeah-yeah, uh
0:06(Here it comes)
0:07F***, check, dawg
0:09Take a chance, have faith, my lad
0:11You got all of the same tools all the greats have had
0:13Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two hands
0:16You can watch, listen more than you speak, take advantage
0:19You peep all the karma that come with makin' the cream
0:22The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need
0:25They got, what's your thing? Alcohol or the lean?
0:28Put the coke inside the weed, them n***as seasonin' the greens
0:30Rap game turned from the slingers to the fiends
0:33But I'm in between, I mean
0:35I ain't pickin' teams, but I had a dream like King
0:38F***in' on this pretty little bi-, queen, I mean
0:41Point me to the cheese, n***as talkin' cream
0:43Park the car, I'm 'bout to part the seas
0:45And move a mountain for money, nothing keepin' me
0:48From gettin' to you, gettin' to me, Marvin G, Tammi T
0:51But get your eyes cleaned for something you have never not, not seen
0:55Okay, well
0:56Prior to coming to Tuskegee (Uh)
0:57From high school I went to college here, then Tuskegee Institute
1:01While in college I had a professor that I really impressed with
1:05He got me interested into politics
1:08He was the first black (Uh) councilman in the city of Tuskegee (Check)
1:11Take a chance, have faith, my lad
1:13You got all of the same tools all the greats have had
1:16Maybe lesser than that
1:17Way back when I was puttin' on my football hat
1:20This institution came recruitin' little Route for the stats
1:23They sat me in a room with my dad
1:25And it was cool but when they left I was glad
1:27And my pops was too, he said that's good-ass parenting
1:30Reminding me 'bout that place that did them n***a experiments
1:33On them black people, sharecroppers, down in Alabama, damn
1:36It's not that far from Atlanta, it was the 1930s
1:39They did them black folks dirty because a tan
1:42A man was not a man, n***a, your granny wasn't grand
1:44A scam into the plan to go recruit a group of stupid n***as
1:48And shoot them up with syphilis instead of shoot to kill 'em
1:51That's stupid different
1:52The lengths that y'all trip to catch a n***a slippin' and for what?
1:55'Cause we look different?
1:56Everyone with knowledge of that study (Let us keep rockin' this s***)
1:59Would be terrified
2:01But that study represents and demonstrated
2:05The inhumanity of man to mankind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, f***)
2:11I often say that
2:13Look
2:13Take a chance, have faith, you in last place
2:16Take a stand but don't take the stand for your man's sake
2:19Just a dad tryna put some ham on a damn plate
2:22I'll be damned, I don't feed the fam', n***a (Damn straight)
2:25Elbow rubs and handshakes
2:27From hands that tied ropes on necks in red states
2:30Another dead black-ass man, I need a damn break
2:33They never gave us a chance, I had to take it
2:36I need all the payments, for every day we suffered all the hatred
2:39I want my granny to shoot the hands with Nancy Reagan
2:42I want emancipation
2:44Standin' naked at the auction with my dick out, hanging for reparations
2:47No matter how much I say it, they ain't hearin' my voice
2:50'Cause as long as them crackers payin', you ain't much of a choice
2:52And you can shoot a million Js, you'll prolly never be Jordan
2:55N***a ran for a million yards, you still forty acres short
2:58(See the storm
3:02Over there
3:04Here it comes)
(See the storm) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uh (Over there) Yeah-yeah, uh (Here it comes) F***, check, dawg Take a chance, have faith, my lad You got all of the same tools all the greats have had Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two hands You can watch, listen more than you speak, take advantage You peep all the karma that come with makin' the cream The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need They got, what's your thing? Alcohol or the lean? Put the coke inside the weed, them n***as seasonin' the greens Rap game turned from the slingers to the fiends But I'm in between, I mean I ain't pickin' teams, but I had a dream like King F***in' on this pretty little bi-, queen, I mean Point me to the cheese, n***as talkin' cream Park the car, I'm 'bout to part the seas And move a mountain for money, nothing keepin' me From gettin' to you, gettin' to me, Marvin G, Tammi T But get your eyes cleaned for something you have never not, not seen Okay, well Prior to coming to Tuskegee (Uh) From high school I went to college here, then Tuskegee Institute While in college I had a professor that I really impressed with He got me interested into politics He was the first black (Uh) councilman in the city of Tuskegee (Check) Take a chance, have faith, my lad You got all of the same tools all the greats have had Maybe lesser than that Way back when I was puttin' on my football hat This institution came recruitin' little Route for the stats They sat me in a room with my dad And it was cool but when they left I was glad And my pops was too, he said that's good-ass parenting Reminding me 'bout that place that did them n***a experiments On them black people, sharecroppers, down in Alabama, damn It's not that far from Atlanta, it was the 1930s They did them black folks dirty because a tan A man was not a man, n***a, your granny wasn't grand A scam into the plan to go recruit a group of stupid n***as And shoot them up with syphilis instead of shoot to kill 'em That's stupid different The lengths that y'all trip to catch a n***a slippin' and for what? 'Cause we look different? Everyone with knowledge of that study (Let us keep rockin' this s***) Would be terrified But that study represents and demonstrated The inhumanity of man to mankind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, f***) I often say that Look Take a chance, have faith, you in last place Take a stand but don't take the stand for your man's sake Just a dad tryna put some ham on a damn plate I'll be damned, I don't feed the fam', n***a (Damn straight) Elbow rubs and handshakes From hands that tied ropes on necks in red states Another dead black-ass man, I need a damn break They never gave us a chance, I had to take it I need all the payments, for every day we suffered all the hatred I want my granny to shoot the hands with Nancy Reagan I want emancipation Standin' naked at the auction with my dick out, hanging for reparations No matter how much I say it, they ain't hearin' my voice 'Cause as long as them crackers payin', you ain't much of a choice And you can shoot a million Js, you'll prolly never be Jordan N***a ran for a million yards, you still forty acres short (See the storm Over there Here it comes)
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