Gettin' Nervous?
What are you scared of? Thought you were bear tough
I blast conscious Hip-Hop, fair enough
But what do you blast? You blast black people
And then you wanna turn around and tell me that we're equal
While you put up a litany of musical tyranny
I'ma say it again; you ain't hearin' me
For oppression, I got zero tolerance
So, do what you want, but they'll be no stoppin' this
They tryna criminalize my music
But this is the only weapon I got, so I use it
You always wanna snuff out intelligent black men
This was always the case both now and back then
You try to portray us as morally reprehensible
But we'll never die 'cuz our lore is invincible
And I'ma tell you that you can't hurt us
But I can look at you and tell you gettin' nervous
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Black people speakin' self-love and intelligence?
Oh my God, what the hell is this?
Hip-Hop is a source of ineluctable truth
With mad influence, so it touches the youth
Yo, they say the pen's more powerful than the sword be
That's why they perpetuatin' the forgery
But wait a minute! State and senate is in it
They get fearful when I give 'em an earful
What happened to Hip-Hop was a government plot
This is as obvious to me as an oven is hot
They don't want the boldest youths who told the truths
They want slaves to control and mute
So timid, afraid of the mystical flames
So they gotta make sure the lyrics are tame
Tryna use Hip-Hop as a tool for leverage
Them crooks are shook, but I'm cool as a beverage
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
You seriously believe you can stop the ink flow?
Keep on dreamin'; I don't think so
'Cuz I don't belong to the mumblin' generation
I'm the one who will stumble on innovation
This is a pivotal time 'cuz so many are blind
So I continue spittin' the rhyme
The vibration will leave an indelible mark
An electrical spark, so your mind'll never be dark
I know that you can understand me; you just don't wanna hear me
You think it's necessary to fear me because I'm scary
Malcolm X, Huey Newton and Marcus Garvey
I eat offa knowledge, but you tryna starve me
Even if you succeeded, Hip-Hop is hereditary
You can never bury, therefore the thought is very scary
So go ahead and do yourself a service
Step off, because you gettin' too nervous
I blast conscious Hip-Hop, fair enough
But what do you blast? You blast black people
And then you wanna turn around and tell me that we're equal
While you put up a litany of musical tyranny
I'ma say it again; you ain't hearin' me
For oppression, I got zero tolerance
So, do what you want, but they'll be no stoppin' this
They tryna criminalize my music
But this is the only weapon I got, so I use it
You always wanna snuff out intelligent black men
This was always the case both now and back then
You try to portray us as morally reprehensible
But we'll never die 'cuz our lore is invincible
And I'ma tell you that you can't hurt us
But I can look at you and tell you gettin' nervous
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Black people speakin' self-love and intelligence?
Oh my God, what the hell is this?
Hip-Hop is a source of ineluctable truth
With mad influence, so it touches the youth
Yo, they say the pen's more powerful than the sword be
That's why they perpetuatin' the forgery
But wait a minute! State and senate is in it
They get fearful when I give 'em an earful
What happened to Hip-Hop was a government plot
This is as obvious to me as an oven is hot
They don't want the boldest youths who told the truths
They want slaves to control and mute
So timid, afraid of the mystical flames
So they gotta make sure the lyrics are tame
Tryna use Hip-Hop as a tool for leverage
Them crooks are shook, but I'm cool as a beverage
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
Are you gettin' nervous? Are you gettin' nervous?
You seriously believe you can stop the ink flow?
Keep on dreamin'; I don't think so
'Cuz I don't belong to the mumblin' generation
I'm the one who will stumble on innovation
This is a pivotal time 'cuz so many are blind
So I continue spittin' the rhyme
The vibration will leave an indelible mark
An electrical spark, so your mind'll never be dark
I know that you can understand me; you just don't wanna hear me
You think it's necessary to fear me because I'm scary
Malcolm X, Huey Newton and Marcus Garvey
I eat offa knowledge, but you tryna starve me
Even if you succeeded, Hip-Hop is hereditary
You can never bury, therefore the thought is very scary
So go ahead and do yourself a service
Step off, because you gettin' too nervous
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Writer(s): Elyjah Mckoy
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