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X-Raided - White man's burden

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My fore fathers was bought and sold, raped and sodomized
   Now after eight hundred years you decide to apologize
   Apology not accepted, too late for repentin'
   Time to ride, homicide to William Clinton
   That ass rippin', penetrated with baseball bats
   Shoot him up with heroin and get him hooked on crack
   Black folks been sufferin' in the United States
   These United Snakes got us in divided States
   Shell-shocked, Hell's got to be here on Earth
   In the ghetto circumstances can't get no worse
   Certain chances we takin' to survive, we got no choices
   So we rappin' hopin' we can make it happen with our voices
   I was too smart for football, too short for hoops
   So I rode with the Crips and cliques thick with troops
   X-Raided them tricks hated but I don't give a fuck
   Uneducated bitches don't realize they stuck
   You're oblivious to the fact that your life is hideous
   We're holdin' our own and we don't need you to pity us
   Plus, we got our own kind holdin' us down
   Those who sold their souls, but it'll be cold
   When we catch you, I bet you'll receive the death sentence
   Turnin' racist generals into pulp non-fiction
   Circumcision the "G" way
   Murder the D.A.
   Hit 'em with hollow slugs, show him no lee-way
   [Chorus: repeat 2X]
   It's too late for apologies, fuck your song
   Doin' it one day at a time yellin' "Fuck tomorrow!"
   In the streets it's crack, guns, and infected bitches
   Genocide on the down-low, the White Man's wishes
   [Second Verse]
   My Father figures was Arnold Schwarzanegger and Sly Stallone
   Puttin' visions of murder in a nigga's dome, early on
   I grew up, watchin' Al Pacino and Nino Brown
   Tarentino is the one who let me know how to put it down
   Television created a gang of niggas like me
   We learned how to kill at home watchin' T.V.
   It poisoned my mind as a youth
   Introduced me to money, mayhem, and murder, I'm the product it produced
   Let me loose to prowl, now they sayin' I'm a killer
   Cuz European ideology's all about the scrilla
   Ain't y'all feelin' the devastation you're causin' the Earth?
   Steady exploitin' the milk of this bitch for all that it's worth
   When it's ready to blow up, they gone leave this World and go on to Mars
   Leave us torn and everybody up will be reachin' for stars
   Why my people so caught up in money, cars, and bitches?
   Don't you realize, you're fulfillin' the White Man's wishes?
   [Third Verse]
   Lord forgive for all the blood that his body bled
   And all the tears that his Mommy shed
   The book says "Thou Shalt Not Kill", but I've seen more blood spill
   Than all them vets on Hamburger Hill
   It's real post war syndrome
   I went to see my homie but his Mama told the homie been gone
   And every time I turn around, it's a body on the ground
   Fresh gun shot wounds, but he didn't hear a sound
   When he came out the womb, nobody told him he would be dead so soon
   The gauge went BOOM
   It's America, I know you got a cure for AIDS
   We need a cure for rage, on the rampage
   Can you feel it? The tension's in the air thick
   And hate got me so high I'm gettin' airsick
   You got my people broke, lookin' for a buck to borrow
   Doin' it one day at a time, FUCK TOMORROW!
   Fuck your song!
   I want revenge! I got a beretta named Vendetta
   Time to answer for your sins nigga
   And when you meet your creator tell him I said, "I apologize"
   But I gotta ride...
   [Chorus] - repeat til' fade

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki