Channel Zero

Ayo, yeah, I'm talking to all y'all hardrock niggas
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
What niggas really going through, you understand?
Bitch niggas down to they last cent
Smoking loosies, smoking weed, thinking of shit to do
Doing stick ups and shit, busting at niggas
Murdering niggas, getting bullshit money
What if that was your peoples you murdering, clown?
It's rap

Shout out to Grandpa, you know what I'm saying?
Shout out to Grandpa Kelly
My man Raloo's brother Little Devin, you know what I'm saying?
Freaky Talib's moms, rest in peace, you know what I'm saying?
Everybody wanna live the ill life, you know what I'm saying?
And yo, we trying to live it like love, peace, and happiness
You know what I'm saying? Word up

I'm growing up in the ghetto
And there is nobody happy and my head is mad nappy and
I'm thinking of a way that I can get some dough, man
I'm trying to blow, but yet this record shit is so slow
I got the whole family on my back
All I do is eat and sleep, run the street with that ill pack
You know them Lost Boy guys

With Timbs and jeans, pill jackets, and hats covering the eyes
But listen, that's how it is

If you don't dig how I live, motherfucker, mind your biz

'Cause every day on the street, the black man is getting beat
Police line us up on the concrete
Now people look at me and always see wrong
A new problem every day, I'm trying to be strong

Now how strong can a nigga be
When the black is locked down and the white man's got the key?
It's getting harder day after day, somebody gots to pay
And in my closet lays an AK
A newborn is found dead, plus money killed the girl
That put the gun to his own head
You never hear this on your six o'clock news
When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard as hell for us blacks to earn cash, man
The homeless keep warm by setting fire to a trash can

Now every day I need ends
Newports, my nigga weed, St. Ides is my best friends

Pockets broke, no calls coming in on my phone
And money, I'm down to my last stone
My mom dukes is always banging on my door
My music's too loud, I got clothes on the floor (Pick 'em up)
She doesn't understand, I'm cruising in the fast lane
I'm fresh out of nerves, ma, you're working on my last vein

Now how can I explain?
That I don't wanna take her out, but that's stuck in my brain

We're having fight after fight
Because I leave when it's bright and come skunked up the next night
But that's the life that I live, understands me?
It's bad enough that po-9's trying to can me
Ayo, my lifestyle's rough
I got three sisters, four brothers, man, eight is enough
But yet I gots no hero
But I got the 4-1-1 on the ghetto

So call it Channel Zero
Tune in to Channel Zero
Tune in to Channel Zero
Everybody in the borough

Everybody Uptown
Everybody in Queens
Tune in to Channel Zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
Everybody from the borough
Everybody in the borough
Tune in to Channel Zero

I live in Queens, New York (And what you do?)
I twist a cap with my niggas, smoke a blunt, let's start to talk
About this ill situation

That us blacks is in, it's time we build a better nation

Motherfuck them police

Some whites talk about peace, up the street it's like beef
But they ain't ready for the planet
Marky Mark be talking that slang, but they don't even understand it
Yeah, I said Marky Mark
Fronting like the buddha is sparked, I never seen you in the park
You get awards for your bullshit skills, G
A white boy acting black, that shit kills me

Pants sagging, talking slang, kid, and all that
I never seen you in the projects, all black
Ayo, I wants no Grammy
You whiteys gave Elvis his stamp
And what you plan to give my man Sammy?
On the spot to see the rednecks front
The Ku Klux get a Klan, but the blacks get one month
Out every year, what the fuck is that there?
Man, your message is severe, the black planet is here
Four cops dismissed down in L.A

Now what the fuck can y'all tell me?
There's no justice, understand, man, it's just us
The only time we stick together is when the whites rush us
Yeah, I'm beefing with you blacks
'Cause only on racial attacks is when we walking, facts
We need to stick together, dearly understand
'Cause I got more reasons than Philadelphian man

Ayo, us blacks need to get the facts right
'Cause hate is only right when the whites see us blacks fight
And in the street, fight over concrete
To make ends meet, but I see no defeat

Ayo, I wants no hero
But I got the 4-1-1 on the ghetto

So call it Channel Zero
Tune in to Channel Zero
Tune in to Channel Zero
Everybody in the borough
Everybody Uptown
Everybody in Queens
Everybody from the borough
Everybody in the borough
Tune in to Channel Zero

Everybody in the borough
Everybody from the borough
Everybody in the borough
Everybody in the borough
Tune in to Channel Zero

Shout outs to all my peoples out in Queens
And my niggas wearing pill jackets, baggy jeans
I'm 'bout to go wild