Sick of these Hypocrites claiming we are Americans like we don't shed no tear. We rep our hoods too. Trial concept
Hardcore Rap can educate people. Gangsters got love too
Educating, elevating, it's real street hip hop.
All about reality.
Story behind the song
If you not Black American and you doing or in love with hip hop, some of your local people will always say you faking. They'll always lack understanding why we choose what we become. And the funny thing is, while they accusing us, they forget that we are all doomed (if it all about faking). Capitalism started it. Our local systems adopted it. Now we got a whole lot of West in us. Like it or not. The clothes, the buildings, even the food.
So who's a copycat. People need to stop accusing our culture. Fuck am sick
Lyrics
I'm sick of hypocrites, maniacs, claiming we are copycats
Accusing the culture while the whole S.A is a mess
If they could listen, sit down and digest
This verse I'm gonna converse, while I tie my converse
Cos they so stressed. Our Brothers saying we fake rappers
Even our sisters can't comprehand why we drop verses
Why we take stances, take this hip hop to a level where it advances
Cos since we were we've been crying out searching for love
On every streets we've been creeping and ducking them guns
Hope we get by reminiscing cos papa just died
But still they ask why we rapping about hoods and thugs
Whoes and guns. I'm repping even boys with knives
But hold that thot I'm humble like Catholic Nun
But this ain't no Game, I'm writing like Biko what like
Motherfucker if you don't like this shit just gun it up
