Royce da 5'9" - Field Negro lyrics

You ain't been gettin’ this
Money all your life
Oh you forgot about the roaches
And all the mice
Out here livin' an alcoholic
Rapper artist life
What happened to art is life?
All of you kids is in charter school
And you startin' to do everything in private
Maybe that’s from all of the charter flights
Make sure whatever you're doing is
Not in the dark you know this shit is bound
To come out eventually
Underneath all the lights
Rob a man, kidnap him
Take him for all his rights
Degrade him all his life, rape his daughter
His wife nine months later
Use the baby as piranha bait
We wasn't even allowed to pray
Let alone read or write
People like Cube opened them doors
And politically correct negroes like you
Close 'em to keep your ice clap for 'em
They make you feel like they love you there
Your whole platform could swim
With the fishes like Huggy Bear

Your Maybach and your house
Is like that important
That you won't move at all it's distractions
That you won't say anything at all
In risk of losing something
Right you won’t say anything on
Anyone’s behalf at this point?

You ain't been gettin’ riches ya whole life
Oh, you done forgot? The oven door open
On the stove in the kitchen
To heat up the house
'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home
Right?
Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away
Just ’cause you neighbors with
Britney and K-Fed
Every artist in the game are phony
Fuckin' all the same thotties in
The game since way back
And all the same thots in the
Game been givin' the same top
To the same guys in the game
Like one of Sway hats
The plight of the miserable wasted talent
Only guys with the hit's are
The Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit
This is what happens when your
Favorite artist never get challenged
Your favorite fella from the
NFL has been silenced my dad said
"Under no circumstance should a man
Considered a legend have nothing
Left on his deathbed
And any black man not willin' to
Stand up for his own rights
Should lose the use of his
Right and left leg"
They say I couldn't do it
So I went out and did it
They said they gave it to me
So I ain't ask for more
I stayed active every time a
Door slammed in my face
Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking
I stayed rockin'
I did it my way without all the complainin'
And all the whinin' all day
Like Kanye or Wale
For the validation of all the bloggers
And all the same gay ass awards
Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards
We are livin' inside the same hell
And we all willin' to die
To go the same heaven
But we are lyrically not on the same level
I'm scribblin' my killings down and sendin'
Them out like chain letters
I'm not here for the crown
Nor Tory Lanez cheddar
I'm here for respect or else I'm
Willin' to take off the belt
And whoop a young nigga's ass
With it like James Evans

A house negro look at you and say
"Man you crazy, what you mean separate?
Where is there a better
House than this? Where
Can I wear better clothes than this?"
It was that house negro
In those days he was called a house nigga
And that's what we call him today
'cause we still got some house
Niggers running around here

You only been livin' a small part of
Your life all the way up
Oh you forgot about your home
That you grew up in
When you were starvin' with nothing
When it was stripes on all The canned
Goods in your closets and cupboards
You grew stripes and you developed
The heart of a hustler
My grind Shawn Carter as fuck
I go back in time
Sell George Washington Carver a nut
Plus, none of these artist can beat me
I'm Truman and Christ on the Noah's
Ark on the waters of Fiji
I'm truly the type that'd push
Your wig farther than BC
Leave your brains all over the street
My heart's on my sleeve
Put my seed in the Garden of Eden
And start a new species, please
You know my steez
How you got a team and you ain't got loyalty?
How is y'all the kings and
You ain't got royalties?
I been around homicides since Marky D
Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies
You know my steez

Children is dyin', women is
Cryin', we under attack, fool
What a better time to be famous
Black and impactful
Name somethin' better to come together
As one to react to
Shit we still comin' back from a
Checkered past like lumber jack suit's
You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you
If you don't kneel with Kaep
It's simple math they cannot run it past you
Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamate
Off our inner hate
We oblige, so they make the riches
We don't rise they just keep us high
Product of slave privilege
Cop Ferraris to race a nigga
I do any job you can pay
If I can make a livin'
Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacin'
Just so I can make a decision
Keep a honorable spirit
With not a whole lot of faith to distribute
They took the scriptures away and replaced it
After makin' they own racist revisions
They crazy
Basically they create shit just to play shit
To take away shit to rig it
I'm pretty sure they Maker
Is livid, they racist, they bigots
What's Christian about that?
The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed
They should wake up every day
And pray to the nature of business
Fuck a Laker
I could never play for the Pistons
At the expense of creatin' division
The Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paper
But it's gon' prob'ly take me a minute
I much rather be a atheist chasin'
My faith through a prism
Assumin' the information is real
Then play for a racist with a racist agenda
I hate you niggas, bow figures
The misappropriation of wisdom got you
Slaves to your own alienism, to
Pay a few bills, house nigga
I rather get hit with a Patriot missile
Than to be out here
With ya exhibiting patriotism
They say a broke' clock is right two times
But it's never accurate truth time, okay
If some of us don't have time
Some of us have time
Some of us perform in the halftime
Some of us boycottin' halftime
Some of us standin' up
Some of us sittin' down
Reparations will never get back to us
They'll forever just laugh at us
I think I found a way for
You niggas to face your truth
Go ahead and try to trace your roots
That shit is rather miraculous
Them niggas took away the message
And mess with the message in it
Embellish it just to spin it
Just to sell that shit back to us