Little Brother, Carlitta Durand - Sirens lyrics
[Little Brother, Carlitta Durand - Sirens lyrics]
Are we back on? Let's go
(One, two, three, four)
Yo, yo, back in it, back in it
"The one thing that, the
Black audience realized
Is when the tower fell
There were some changes there was
A change in societies, where where
All of a sudden they went from being
Somewhat of the people still having a say
To now it's
Whatever the masses do so there's
Not even really a choice
That a black audience is being given"
They talk about us, not usin the word nigga
I wanna speak about a
Couple issues much bigger
Like most black folks live
Below the poverty line
And they wonder why the fuck
We attracted to crime
Got niggas shootin niggas at the
Drop of a dime
Babies in the street die way before they time
Many single parent mothers
Packin welfare lines and niggas bein donors
The apocalypse is on us
Niggas take onus, that's all I ever asked
And got pegged as a hater
Man they tryin to take niggas
Out with the fader, started with three
Down to two-six later, back independent
Cause to kids I wouldn't cater
Go against the system you
In bed with Al'Qaeda dog they not playin
Look here
They goin to war with more than rap
This our muh'fuckin lives now it's
Time to fight back
They're coming closer for you
They're gonna get you while you sleep
Watch out! Don't sleep, beware
They're coming closer for you
And they won't stop 'til you delete
Watch out! Don't sleep, beware
Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo
I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal
Felt sick to the stomach
Almost lost his meal
Lost friends from way back
And on top of all that
They tryin to blame this rap shit
For all of our ills
Like I can stick you up with a mic
Like I can rape you with a verse
Or use a verb as a knife
Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright
Like y'all wasn't callin black women
Hoes befo' "Rappers Delight"
Sheeeit'! That's just idiot talk
This whole shit is a farce
I refuse to be Hip-Hop's pallbearer
Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off
Them ain't videos nigga
That's psychological warfare
Too many different variations of
The same face designed to keep yo' broke ass
In the same place
Somethin else more yo it gots to be for
I'mma end transmission cause they watchin me
I know they watchin me
Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station
There is nothing wrong
For we have takin over
Come to give y'all the truth
Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat
It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo yEAH'!
(One, two, three, four)
Yo, yo, back in it, back in it
"The one thing that, the
Black audience realized
Is when the tower fell
There were some changes there was
A change in societies, where where
All of a sudden they went from being
Somewhat of the people still having a say
To now it's
Whatever the masses do so there's
Not even really a choice
That a black audience is being given"
They talk about us, not usin the word nigga
I wanna speak about a
Couple issues much bigger
Like most black folks live
Below the poverty line
And they wonder why the fuck
We attracted to crime
Got niggas shootin niggas at the
Drop of a dime
Babies in the street die way before they time
Many single parent mothers
Packin welfare lines and niggas bein donors
The apocalypse is on us
Niggas take onus, that's all I ever asked
And got pegged as a hater
Man they tryin to take niggas
Out with the fader, started with three
Down to two-six later, back independent
Cause to kids I wouldn't cater
Go against the system you
In bed with Al'Qaeda dog they not playin
Look here
They goin to war with more than rap
This our muh'fuckin lives now it's
Time to fight back
They're coming closer for you
They're gonna get you while you sleep
Watch out! Don't sleep, beware
They're coming closer for you
And they won't stop 'til you delete
Watch out! Don't sleep, beware
Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo
I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal
Felt sick to the stomach
Almost lost his meal
Lost friends from way back
And on top of all that
They tryin to blame this rap shit
For all of our ills
Like I can stick you up with a mic
Like I can rape you with a verse
Or use a verb as a knife
Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright
Like y'all wasn't callin black women
Hoes befo' "Rappers Delight"
Sheeeit'! That's just idiot talk
This whole shit is a farce
I refuse to be Hip-Hop's pallbearer
Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off
Them ain't videos nigga
That's psychological warfare
Too many different variations of
The same face designed to keep yo' broke ass
In the same place
Somethin else more yo it gots to be for
I'mma end transmission cause they watchin me
I know they watchin me
Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station
There is nothing wrong
For we have takin over
Come to give y'all the truth
Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat
It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo yEAH'!