Tech N9ne Message To The Black Man Lyrics

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 1]
It started on the slave ships,
Them field n____s would eventually take the day shift,
With house n____s, inside, loyalty may shift,
And it did divide us, now we still need a race lift,
f___ a face lift,
I ain't changin' my identity for energy from any,
That's obscenities,
Now in two-thousand and seven,
We sick and ain't no remedies,
Jealousy, Envy, and Murder like you ain't no kin to me,
Guess we ain't, n____, we go hard in the paint, n____,
Still when you see me out, you ain't the one to faint, n____,
It's the other fans, from them other lands,
They listen to me more than my sister and brother, man,
I can see if I was a whack motha f___a,
b____in' about the way that my people act, motha f___a,
But I do spit, my people don't be so f___in' reclusive,
Get off'a ya lazy a__, like you know somethin' about music...

[Verse 2]
You cry about the way I paint my face,
It ain't ya'll taste,
Little homie, let me state my case,
I'm not a devil or d___ jester,
Rumors can fester,
Never uplift the demon with the image of my ancestors,
Africans, act like you see me when you be trafficin',
Laughter when you frown up at me,
Your hatred is bafflin',
You watch American Idol?
My People, my paints is tribal,
It symbolizes, not evil, but the Will, Skill, and Survival.
You n____s be so tough, the moment we roll up,
Your upper lip rolled up,
You're hatin' and so what,
Everyone knows us,
My city is sewed up,
My shows crush,
But ya'll don't show up,
They say it's more than money, b____es, w____s,
It's funny, this is war,
My people at his door,
And I'm knockin',
Meanwhile, we rockin' globally and it's sad, man,
Light black attendence got my people lookin' real bad, man...

[Verse 3]
Hey, I wouldn't be b____in' if I didn't want you around me,
The way you write me off as a demon astounds me,
Brotha Lynch, Fou'ty, Water, Federation,
DMX, Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me,
Brother J, homey,
He with me 'til this day, homey,
Who you know that's blacker than that,
With a staff and a 'Lac,
My people lovin' that trash, in they rap,
I'm immaculate,
Maybe they'd grab it if I was blastin' a mac...
Attackin' my people,
'Cause I'm black, and I'm lethal,
With this rap, I don't trap,
But I'm crack,
Why do you be so close-minded when I'm rhymin',
Wishin' you could find it,
Everybody but you motha f___as get behind it,
And I'm doper than a key, n____,
Message to we n____s,
Rockin' sold out shows is where I'm gonna be, n____,
And that's all I'll sell out,
Somethin' you should see, n____,
Bet you would come and see it,
If I told you it was free, n____..

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...