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Could you tell me who released our animal instinct? An' the white man sittin' there tickled pink Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous at each other's wealth Comin' up is just in me But the black community is full of envy Too much back stabbin' While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin' Every vacant lot in my neighborhood Build a store and sell their goods To the county of sips You know us po niggas nappy hair and big lips? Four or five babies on your crotch And you expect "Uncle Sam" to help us out? We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys To the average bigot, redneck honky You say comin' up is a must But before we can come up, take a look at us And all y'all dope-dealers Your as bad as the police 'cause ya kill us You got rich when you started slangin' dope But you ain't built us a supermarket So when can spend our money with the blacks Too busy buyin' gold an' Cadillacs That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin' Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did For 400 years, I got 400 tears, for 400 peers Died last year from gang-related crimes That's why I got gang-related rhymes But when I do a show ta kick some facts Us blacks don't know how ta act Sometimes I believe the hype, man We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man But don't point the finger you jiggaboo Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice And y'all sit and screamin' and cuss But there's no one ta blame but us Us will always sing the blues 'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes An' if ya step on mine ya pushed a button 'Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin' Just like a beast But I'm the first nigga ta holler out 'peace' I beat my wife and children to a pulp When I get drunk and smoke dope Got a bad heart condition Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's Bet my money on the dice and the horses Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces Go to church but they tease us Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus They used to call me Negro After all this time I'm still bustin' up the chifforobe No respect and didn't know it And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother Held back in life because of my color Now, this is just a little summary Of us, but y'all think it's dumb of me To hold a mirror to ya face But trust, nobody gives a fuck about