lives The world will never be the same again My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes It's more complicated than black and white
Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button
t come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win, lose or draw, to the jaw take one Derange lyrical launcher, or
is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black
rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or
sweet licorice Whether you're white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureish Whether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammer You a city hood or you're
bread or split the peas But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups Minority troops flavors the broth of wall street suits Armani or maybe versace
Rob Swinga, come now Yo, I wonder why is it that in Africa The black people are the 2nd and 3rd class citizens? I mean I thought Africa was black Isn
of men who would bury Kings On the back of the A-train, my daydream Should I make a phat hit or should I take cream? From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules
demons Niggaz knows, not to fuck with my dough Niggaz know not to fuck with this little bro I'm ten seconds hit'n'go Black mask black truck chrome rims
one called the jukebox Where I was gettin' like 50 a brick 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick My cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin' Any niggas whisperin' or
Them dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter All up in yo' head but I'm not Dr. Lector Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to kill white widdle, black widdle
m not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational When I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?" This one or that one, the white one or the black one Pick
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan And I shouldn't have to run from a black man Give me relief! Squash
"Who let the K out?" 'No great area' Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules
York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you black or you white 'Cause KRS-One
, Phat or Wack? Uhh your friend and mine Bink Chipperwink (Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And this is Phat or Wack! The rules are simple
sellin' out, man That's, that's, he's doin' that shit for the white folks That's white shit he doin', man I've been writing for nineteen years for sure Hate rules