Boogie Down Productions - House Nigga's Lyrics
Let me see, let me seeHow should I startIf I say stop the violence, I won't chartMaybe I should write some songs like Mozart'Cause many people don't believe rap is an artWake up, shake up, hypocrite look aliveBlastmaster KRS-One will reviveFour or five million still deprivedWhen out to survive, wake up and realizeSome people say I am a rap missionarySome people say I am a walking dictionarySome people say I am truly legendaryBut what I am is simply a black revolutionaryI write rhymes on plain stationaryMary, Mary, quite contraryDoesn't make sense in my vocabularyUncle Tom house niggaz, too scarySo they can't be around, I don't do thisFor every Jesus, there must be a JudasIt's the concept of the house nigga, field niggaThe house nigga will sell you up the riverSo to massa, he'll look biggerAnd when ya bet under a rock, he'll slitherBut I'll grab the tail of the house niggaPull the trigger and his head I'll deliverTo the court of righteous peopleBlack, white, or Indian, we're all equalSo all ya racist codes I'll decode, explodeAnd eat you like apple pie a la modeOn a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocksCause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocksAll afternoon in the classroom, in the living roomIn the bathroom, in the swimming poolOn a footstool, then I'll stop -- nope, April fools!Whip out the baseball bat and somehowMarch your racist butt to MoscowYa know what I'm saying?Are there any, are there any intelligent people in the house?What can I say, o ye of little faithTo think that KRS-One has surely been erasedWhat a waste, my finger points at the face of the human raceThey're confused and misplacedMy words are subliminal, sometimes metaphysicalI teach, not preach, you want a challenge? I'll start dissin youI go philosophical by topicalHearin the call, ignorant, hot tropicalYa want a palm tree and nice dope shade?Only if the universal law is obeyedWhich is "know thyself" for better mental healthYet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealthOn my shelf I got titlesOther artists want belts and idolsWorld cups from seminars and conventionsCompetition and not to mentionThe award shows for pimps and hoesAnd every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothesKRS knows, so he just growsAlways sayin somethin different from the average Joe'sSo I confront them with the biggest chainbut it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brainSo I'll remain free while you reign, I'm lovin itYou be the king and I'll overthrow your governmentSend your crew to Berlin or DublinI'll out-think em, chump em, and shrink emDown to ya size, despite the criesIn the face of intelligence, ignorance diesDear, it's simple edutainmentRap needed a teacher, so I became itRough and ready, the beats are very steadyWith lyrics sharp as a macheteClap, there's another house niggaz neckAnother soft Unlce Tom crew is in checkEgo wrecked and rhymes correctedBy KRS-One, produced and directed
