Ain't I

Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the, I'm in the, I'm in the
 I'm in the business of making music, that music business
 The fitness, no one can witness cause I
 I make that crack music (nigga!), uh
 That real Black music (nigga!)
 The only singles that I'm dropping are the ones
 Flapping at the band of your white briefs
 White boys please! Can barely believe
 I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
 C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it to the hills y'all
 Straight into my pocket, tired of the deals dog
 Start my own label, keep the leaking sealed off
 If you got a big mouth, then you might get peeled off
 I'm the only fat-lipped bass, my flipper--vroom!--peel off
 Eating flounder, Sebastian's like some bath salts
 Munching on his bones, looking at him like "It's yo' fault!"
 "Look at what you made me do! Yo, pass the hot sauce"
 Looking at the back of Sophia Eris's head
 Eating a sammich (but we don't got bread!)
 Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry
 Feeling soupy, I brought my fuck in, yo I'm duckin'
 Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards
 Could never throw shots at a super with power
 What was Russia without the czars?
 What was Henry Ford without the cars?
 My grandparents worked at Ford factory
 So Henry is nothing without my family tree
 And his slave-owning family needed Black blood still
 So I think we need a spot up on Henry's will
 That would never be the case, in case you ain't keeping up
 I'm dishing out cases of that heavy bass
 And them bassheads straight from the oppressor's loins
 Are giving us our "Free us!" in hella coin
 So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, about to give oratories--
 (Big GRRRL, Small World!)
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 It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
 They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
 It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
 They sho' is blinded by the light
 It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
 They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
 It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
 They sho' is blinded by the light!
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 (Crazy!)
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
 Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
 Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
 And ain't I a woman? Ain't I a woman? Ain't I a woman?!