Wise Intelligent - I Said It (Ft. Masada) [Prod. by Masada] | Текст песни

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(Wise Intelligent)
I said it, I said it, I said it…

Yeah, I said, “nigga”
Yeah, I said, “cracka”
But what you won’t ever hear me say is,
“Yessah massa”

I don’t hang with rappers
The actress or actors
I don’t do Church ‘cause
I can’t converse with a lot of black pastors

These ignorant bastards
Stay serving their masters
Keeping us calm while they’re doing us harm
Misleading the masses

Sellin’ you to hereafter
While they keep you in NAFTA
Your money, I ain’t no dummy,
I’m gonna be here after

My enemy’s gone
Devil eye in Rome
Gonna rain down fire
From up on high
On the end of my thrown

God said unto his saint light
New shoes I can’t wait might
Get both of my blues right
Before the good news might

After my death they’ll play it
Celebrate and DJ-it
It ain’t never been whether or not I’m hot
My problem what I’m sayin’

You can say it and forget it
If you write it, you’ll regret it
I wrote it, you can quote it
Bitch, tell ‘em I said it

I said it, I said it, I said it…

Really I don’t never wanna be the one to let a nigga
Know he don’t got it when a nigga don’t get it
Better get a gimmick
Better yet mimic
The top ten original mc’s in it
But don’t say nothin’ with the damn truth in it
Might as well forget it cause they ain’t gonna spin it
Every time I spit it I’m committed to the finish
How to get it poppin’ ‘til the popcorn diminish
Three o’clock now give it fifteen minutes
They won’t be around ain’t got no soul in it
Better get the blue boy blues when I spin it
Heavy on the noose pop it loose and I’m in it
Toussaint L. Ouverture is spinnin’
Round and round in his grave to the limit
Work three jobs, still can’t make a livin’
Masters degree, KFC chicken,
Retiree, hard work, no pension
Ends don’t meet, no food in the kitchen
El guerrero negro listen
Everywhere you go they trippin’
Why the revolution gotta history of winnin'
Where the best weapons don’t need ammunition?
How did last lesson escape retention?
Reppin’ where I’m from but it's not about Trenton
It’s about black folk in a living condition
Where the crack smoke in the high school kitchen
Freshman picture for the superintendent
Black church worship my sole ambition
See the black hearse, that’s death, extinction,
Black folk first if we don’t start thinkin’
Bootleg drinkin’, Jim Jones dinkin’, “Shut the Fuck up!”

Yeah I said it and I meant that shit
Yes I’m better than whatever you spit
Kickin’ this shit since when Q-Tip
In a Tribe Called Quest left fresh footprints
I am legend I have seven
Sins in slumber black girl heaven
Or one-one-O-double-eleven
This my slow flow y’all ain’t ready yet

I said, “Fuck the cops”
Yeah, I said, “Pigs”
But what you won’t ever hear me say is,
“Let them live”

Keep killing black man
Keep killing black women
And they killing black kids
Yeah, I said it, it is what it is

Now everybody wanna mobilize
Everybody wanna occupy
Everyone wanna say what’s really gonna cause
This whole wide world to die

“Shawty wanna ride,
Yo, shawty wanna ride”

With a spitta chino in a fray, with a Marksburg or twelve-gauge
I’m not sellin’ out to dismay or walk this way to portray
Stereotypes that’ll only get gray
The type that white supremacy made
I wasn’t supposed to talk about race, oh well, anyway

I said it, I said it, I said it…