paroles de chanson 40 Acres - T.I. , Killer Mike

Ay, she done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders, only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn, it's over

If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then there's whites, separated by the green
After 500 years, think we play for the same team (team)
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success, right?

Uh, 40 acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them motherfuckers what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, 40 acres and a mule, uh, 40 acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for 40 acres and a mule

Ay, anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', whoo
I'ma tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda did
When they seen the first boat comin', yeah

Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European
Send it back to the Queen like, "Hoe
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch, we slit your throat"
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope

Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screamin', "Hallelujah"
When them crackers ask why, say we did it for Lumumba, fucker

Uh, 40 acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them motherfuckers what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, 40 acres and a mule, uh, 40 acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for 40 acres and a mule
(Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Load up my clip off a Zimmermann (yeah)
Filling my pocket with Benjamins (huh)
Who the fuck are you? I been a man (what?)
Them crackers see me, "Oh, not him again" (hah!)
Take your ass out the trap, middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach, then they dump (bow!)

Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House niggas snitchin', that's what got 'em killed
Nigga thought he made it 'cause he got a deal (what?)
First album 'posed to 'been outta here
Not quite, dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s, I'ma send it here, learn to stay silent
Learn more from these streets than they did in they college

I'm certified, don't murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights, beat the murder case
'Cause a nigga like, "They heard it from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?"
Trade my 40 acres for my Muller and my necklace, yeah

Uh, 40 acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain't no lookin' back
Now ask them motherfuckers what the fuck they lookin' at
Uh, 40 acres and a mule, uh, 40 acres and a mule
These niggas actin' fuckin' fools for 40 acres and a mule

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