Kanye West, The Game - Crack Music lyrics

That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la

How we stop the Black Panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin'
When our heroes or heroines
Got hooked on heroin
Crack raised the murder rate
In DC and Maryland we invested in that
It's like we got Merrill lynched
And we been hangin' from the
Same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music
Is the only medicine
So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it
Sell it, the fiends cop it
Nowadays they can't tell if
That's that good shit, we ain't sure, man
Put the CD on your tongue yeah, that's pure
Man

That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la

From the place where the fathers gone
The mothers is hardly home
And the maricons lock us up in the Audy Home
How the Mexicans say? "We
Just tryin' to party, holmes"
They wanna pack us all in
A box like styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood
It's a different type of chemical
Arm & Hammer baking soda
Raised they whole quota
Right when our soldiers
Ran for the stove 'cause
Dreams of being Hova
Went from bein' a broke man
To bein' a dopeman
To bein' the president look, there's hope
Man! This that inspiration for the
Moes and the Folks, man
Shorty come and see his
Momma straight overdosin'
And this is the soundtrack
This the type of music that you
Make when you 'round that

Crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la

God, how could you let this happen?

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Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real Black music, Black music
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
That's that crack music, nigga
That real Black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real Black music, Black music
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la

Our Father, give us this day, our daily bread
Before the feds give us these days
And take our daily bread
See, I done did all this ol' bullshit
And to atone
I throw a lil' somethin'-somethin'
On the pulpit
We took that shit, measured it
And then cooked that shit
And what we gave back was crack music
And now
We ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mamas ain't got to
Be they cooks and nannies
And we gon' repo everything they
Ever took from granny
Now, the former slaves trade
Hooks for Grammys this dark diction has
Become America's addiction
Those who ain't even Black use it
We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music