MASSA (feat. Jooselord & J. Cacao)
Well I suppose the path I chose would kinda scare you
What I endured, you couldn't bear to
Still hit them finish lines, turn around like "I dare you"
I fare so well under pressure, same shit that ails you
You prayed for my demise, sorry to fail you
Black Jesus heard your cry, but that's my guy
Must have forgot that he's been nailed too
A lotta stigmata imprinted on this hair and nails, boo
They scared of the anointed
That's triple threatening and double jointed
Opponent said "join me in suppression"
You won't keep me there
My rightful ownership is throne, you can peep me there
Meet me where I rule and duel it out
I'm getting sleepy here
Ain't learned your lesson with first, second or third impressions?
Crescent moons, celestial roots, ancestors feel like pressure?
Don't question presence get invested
I'm more than a vessel
They swear I'm less of a pastor
Still preaching on the plantation
I bet I run faster
But not away, up to his face
And let my congregation spray
Fuck what you say
You ain't my... Massa
They say that freedom ain't free
So I gotta' take it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change you can see
Ain't no massa, keep your chains off me
Welcome to the field nigga
Catch a whip or be a run away
Niggas going up at night
Don't be the one stay
This is the chronicle of real niggas
If red necks got blue lives the
White man Hilfiger
Out in the field
Where niggas mouth get em peeled
You speaking out in south
Then they beat the grout out your grill
Flip the script if they acting
And wanna doubt how it feel
To be a nigga cuz niggas ain't getting nothing but killed
But chill
Come along and sing a song on the get away
Niggas wading in water they dogs is they enemies
Anyway
I get stank looks when they see my face
Mine stink meaner like
Like "WHAT THE FUCK THAT NIGGA SAY?"
Malcolm and Martin was marching moving the culture
While Marvin was making music for melanin that you vulture
Eminem is your G.O.A.T
Marshall matters but you know what?
I ain't got no master
But my masters, bitch I own em
They say that freedom ain't free
So I gotta' take it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change you can see
Ain't no massa, keep your chains off me
The audacity, caucasity to call us reckless
Talking black on black crime
So now they don't respect us
Meanwhile a child from overseas
Got they head fresh blown
By flesh tones that look nothing like my people
No brown, yellow or redbone
America's on the phone
Press mute while they're on three way
Silence gives them leeway
Sent them tanks overnight on freeways
Move faster bastard, resurrection starts in three days
The rapture is our blackness
All these centuries we delayed
Attractive just to capture
Extort, export
Fetishize, don't let us rise
Entice us with the next sport
You gonna need some tech support
For terror 'bout to loom
The revolution's digital
Uploading in your living room
So see you soon
What I endured, you couldn't bear to
Still hit them finish lines, turn around like "I dare you"
I fare so well under pressure, same shit that ails you
You prayed for my demise, sorry to fail you
Black Jesus heard your cry, but that's my guy
Must have forgot that he's been nailed too
A lotta stigmata imprinted on this hair and nails, boo
They scared of the anointed
That's triple threatening and double jointed
Opponent said "join me in suppression"
You won't keep me there
My rightful ownership is throne, you can peep me there
Meet me where I rule and duel it out
I'm getting sleepy here
Ain't learned your lesson with first, second or third impressions?
Crescent moons, celestial roots, ancestors feel like pressure?
Don't question presence get invested
I'm more than a vessel
They swear I'm less of a pastor
Still preaching on the plantation
I bet I run faster
But not away, up to his face
And let my congregation spray
Fuck what you say
You ain't my... Massa
They say that freedom ain't free
So I gotta' take it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change you can see
Ain't no massa, keep your chains off me
Welcome to the field nigga
Catch a whip or be a run away
Niggas going up at night
Don't be the one stay
This is the chronicle of real niggas
If red necks got blue lives the
White man Hilfiger
Out in the field
Where niggas mouth get em peeled
You speaking out in south
Then they beat the grout out your grill
Flip the script if they acting
And wanna doubt how it feel
To be a nigga cuz niggas ain't getting nothing but killed
But chill
Come along and sing a song on the get away
Niggas wading in water they dogs is they enemies
Anyway
I get stank looks when they see my face
Mine stink meaner like
Like "WHAT THE FUCK THAT NIGGA SAY?"
Malcolm and Martin was marching moving the culture
While Marvin was making music for melanin that you vulture
Eminem is your G.O.A.T
Marshall matters but you know what?
I ain't got no master
But my masters, bitch I own em
They say that freedom ain't free
So I gotta' take it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change you can see
Ain't no massa, keep your chains off me
The audacity, caucasity to call us reckless
Talking black on black crime
So now they don't respect us
Meanwhile a child from overseas
Got they head fresh blown
By flesh tones that look nothing like my people
No brown, yellow or redbone
America's on the phone
Press mute while they're on three way
Silence gives them leeway
Sent them tanks overnight on freeways
Move faster bastard, resurrection starts in three days
The rapture is our blackness
All these centuries we delayed
Attractive just to capture
Extort, export
Fetishize, don't let us rise
Entice us with the next sport
You gonna need some tech support
For terror 'bout to loom
The revolution's digital
Uploading in your living room
So see you soon
Credits
Writer(s): Lena Jackson
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