Kanye West - Crack Music Lyrics
(feat. The Game)[hook][kanye]That's That Crack Music NiggaThat Real Black Music NiggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la[the Game]That's That Crack Music NiggaThat Real Black Music NiggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la[verse 1][kanye]How We Stop The Black Panthers?Ronald Reagan Cooked Up An AnswerYou Hear That?What Gil Scott Was HearinWhen Our Heroes And Heroines Got Hooked On Heroin.Crack Raised The Murder Rate In Dc And MarylandWe Invested In That It's Like We Got Merril-lynchedAnd We Been Hangin From The Same Tree Ever SinceSometimes I Feel The Music Is The Only MedicineSo We Cook It, Cut It, Measure It, Bag It,sell ItThe Fiends Cop ItNowadays They Cant Tell If That's That Good ShitWe Ain't Sure ManPut The Cd On Your Toungue Yeah, Thats Pure Man.[hook][verse 2]From The Place Where The Fathers Gone,The Mothers Is Hardly HomeAnd The...Gonna Lock Us Up In A...homeHow The Mexicans Say We Just Tryin To Party HomesThey Wanna Pack Us All In A Box Like StyrofoamWho Gave Saddam Anthrax?George Bush Got The AnswersBack In The Hood It's A Different Type Of Chemical,Am And Hammer Baking SodaRaised They Own QuotaWritin When Our Soldiers Ran For The Stove Cuz--Cuz Dreams Of Being 'hova Went From Bein A Brokeman Ta Bein A DopemanTa Bein A President Look Theres Hope ManThis That Inspiration For Tha Mos And Tha Folks Man,Shorty Come And See If Mama Straight Overdosin.And This Is The Soundtrack,This Tha Type Of Music You Make When You Round That--Crack Music Nigga,That Real Black Music Nigga.[the Game]That's That Crack Music NiggaThat Real Black Music NiggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la[kanye]God-how Could You Let This Happen, Happen, Happen, Happen, Happen, Happen?La-la-la [etc.][kanye]That's That Crack Music, Crack MusicThat Real Black Music, Black MusicLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la[the Game]That's That Crack Music NiggaThat Real Black Music NiggaLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la[kanye]That's That Crack Music, Crack Music,that Real Black Music, Black Music[malik Yusef]Our Father, Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread ...give Us These Days And Take Our Daily Bread,See I Done Did All This Ole BullshitAnd To Attone I Throw A Little Somethin, Somethin On The Pulpit.We Took That Shit, Measured It And Then Cooked That ShitAnd What We Gave Back Was Crack MusicAnd Now We Ooze It Through They Nooks And CranniesSo Our Mammas Aint Got To Be They Cooks And NanniesAnd We Gonna Repo Everything They Ever Took From GrammyNow The Former Slaves Trade Hooks For GrammiesThis Dark Diction Has Become America's Addiction Those Who Ain't Even Black Use It.
