Anti-Nigger Machine - Uncensored Extended

When I'm talkin' rhyme time it's blow your mind time
Some say it's nothing worse than a verse to hear some nigga curse
They call me rude, some dude's fiery attitude
Claimin' I boast, smoke, sometimes sing the blues
Twang metal and settle, try to never back pedal
From the power some got to get a nigga shot
The null and void I avoid, I test the paranoid
I never had to be bad, my mama raised me mad
So what I got is hot, love my life a lot
I'm never sad just glad, that's why I thank my dad

Nah, I ain't with this (boy, what you on?)
I ain't with it
(They never give a fuck ah what me say)
(None of them ah listen wan clap me head
I ain't with it
(This is what I mean, a anti-nigger machine)

Five-o on my back just because I'm black
I can't walk in the park just because I'm dark
Boys in blue and they cruise, sweatin' me and I'm through
With the crap that they pull up on the avenue
What they accuse on the black is gonna cost him
The same crap that they pulled at Grand Boston
Blaming us for a crime without 'em checking the time
That's why I'm down with Al plus the F-O-I
Don't get caught in between the evil, good and the mean
'Cause they'll get you in their fucking anti-nigger machine

(This is what I mean, a anti-nigger machine)

Instead of peace the police just wanna wreck and flex
On a kid, what I did was try to be the best
And so they fingered the trigger, figured I was a bigger nigga
And they started to search me, so I headed West
Went to Cali, a rally was for a brother's death
It was the fuzz who shot him and not the bloods or cuzz
I wondered why it was like, so I just held my mike
But in my mind I was blind, so I just tried to find
A reason we was just the way that we was
So I just stayed in the crib until I got a buzz



Credits
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, Keith M. Boxley, William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, George Jr. Clinton
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