Be Black Lyrics
| Song | Be Black |
| Artist | King Sun |
| Album | Righteous but Ruthless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Matos, Sun Born | |
| Have any of you ever been to Africa, | |
| Back to the motherland? It's somethin... [echoes] | |
| All these lovely... brothers and sisters | |
| The subject at hand is about your own people | |
| The poison animal eaters, slaves of a mental death in power | |
| And our next speaker, well... we know who he is | |
| [Verse One:] | |
| This is not a rhyme about the racial times | |
| And if you don't want to hear it then pay it no mind | |
| What I'm about to say may get you all upset | |
| So I apoligize and the wise don't sweat | |
| The matter at hand is toward the black | |
| That live a falsehood life and that's no way to act | |
| You don't wear gold because you can't afford it | |
| The medallion was cheap, so you went out and bought it | |
| From a Chinese man, or some Korean fella | |
| I bet you think your money went to help Mandela | |
| Oh really, has the past been forgotten? | |
| Dressin how they used to in the days of pickin cotton | |
| Martin Luther King did a lot for us | |
| But today it's cool to play the back of the bus | |
| I study 120, I'm right and exact | |
| So I think I should reveal what it is to be black | |
| [Verse Two:] | |
| Now everybody's wearin the red black and green | |
| Here's the point: do you know what it means? | |
| Red for the bloodshed, black for the people | |
| Green for the land to be utilized equal | |
| "Yo I'm from Africa" boy you're just a faker | |
| Name one city "Uhh, Jamaica!" | |
| WRONG... and I think that's a shame | |
| An African look with an American name | |
| You might fool others but you can't fool Sun | |
| Wanna build with the brother, then I am the one | |
| Play connect the dots, all the way to the motherland | |
| What have you done for your nation my brotherman | |
| You can't even do the right things for self | |
| Then you got the nerve to criticize somebody else | |
| If it wasn't for Chuck you wouldn't know of Farrakhan | |
| I understand that the man is a paragon | |
| Open up your eyes and ears and try to learn | |
| Stop perpetratin with your false concern | |
| Even some rappers, frontin in their videos | |
| Nothing but Oreos, tryin to be memorial | |
| I'm not impressed, by the way some stars | |
| Perpetrate to be original, you know who you are | |
| I diss my people who choose to lack | |
| Cause there's more to learn on how to be black | |
| [Verse Three:] | |
| And then they say I'm prejudiced, cause I like redbones | |
| But nowadays original girls are headstrong | |
| Not as a whole, but the majority I know | |
| Are too busy frontin yo, tryin to be fly though | |
| You might hear this and think I'm trippin | |
| But knowledge the wisdom before you start flippin | |
| As modern day God, I do analysis | |
| To find out what makes them hard like callouses | |
| Instead of being sweat, truthful and soft | |
| They wanna be false and that turns me off | |
| Your hair's not real, neither are your eyes | |
| And your makeup is swine plus a big disguise | |
| Your clothes are tight, I can see every inch | |
| And then you wonder how I get this urge to pinch | |
| Sellin your sex, without makin love | |
| I'm not Keith to be Sweat-in you and that's unheard of | |
| If I got dollars, I'm good for your number | |
| If I look fine, I get a one night slumber | |
| Wham, bam, but no thank you ma'am | |
| Wanna knock the boots but you don't know who I am | |
| This is not a diss to my black sista | |
| If I screamed on ya daughter, pardon me mista | |
| The point I'm makin, such a visual fact | |
| Teach her to be original, and how to be black | |
| Groove to this | |
| Move to this | |
| [Verse Four:] | |
| I know you're probably mad and would like to roast me | |
| But get yourself together, before you approach me | |
| Cause I'm no sucka, I say what I feel | |
| I might hurt your feelings, but at least I'm real | |
| The way to be black is to strive for goals | |
| You're no longer the people who was bought and sold | |
| My advice to you is a word to the wise | |
| Snap out of the negative, into the civilized | |
| This place around you was meant to down you | |
| Kings and Queens but yet they still won't crown | |
| Sun Born Allah has a goal no doubt if you're black | |
| And you're proud you better live that out... |
| zuo ci : Matos, Sun Born | |
| Have any of you ever been to Africa, | |
| Back to the motherland? It' s somethin... echoes | |
| All these lovely... brothers and sisters | |
| The subject at hand is about your own people | |
| The poison animal eaters, slaves of a mental death in power | |
| And our next speaker, well... we know who he is | |
| Verse One: | |
| This is not a rhyme about the racial times | |
| And if you don' t want to hear it then pay it no mind | |
| What I' m about to say may get you all upset | |
| So I apoligize and the wise don' t sweat | |
| The matter at hand is toward the black | |
| That live a falsehood life and that' s no way to act | |
| You don' t wear gold because you can' t afford it | |
| The medallion was cheap, so you went out and bought it | |
| From a Chinese man, or some Korean fella | |
| I bet you think your money went to help Mandela | |
| Oh really, has the past been forgotten? | |
| Dressin how they used to in the days of pickin cotton | |
| Martin Luther King did a lot for us | |
| But today it' s cool to play the back of the bus | |
| I study 120, I' m right and exact | |
| So I think I should reveal what it is to be black | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Now everybody' s wearin the red black and green | |
| Here' s the point: do you know what it means? | |
| Red for the bloodshed, black for the people | |
| Green for the land to be utilized equal | |
| " Yo I' m from Africa" boy you' re just a faker | |
| Name one city " Uhh, Jamaica!" | |
| WRONG... and I think that' s a shame | |
| An African look with an American name | |
| You might fool others but you can' t fool Sun | |
| Wanna build with the brother, then I am the one | |
| Play connect the dots, all the way to the motherland | |
| What have you done for your nation my brotherman | |
| You can' t even do the right things for self | |
| Then you got the nerve to criticize somebody else | |
| If it wasn' t for Chuck you wouldn' t know of Farrakhan | |
| I understand that the man is a paragon | |
| Open up your eyes and ears and try to learn | |
| Stop perpetratin with your false concern | |
| Even some rappers, frontin in their videos | |
| Nothing but Oreos, tryin to be memorial | |
| I' m not impressed, by the way some stars | |
| Perpetrate to be original, you know who you are | |
| I diss my people who choose to lack | |
| Cause there' s more to learn on how to be black | |
| Verse Three: | |
| And then they say I' m prejudiced, cause I like redbones | |
| But nowadays original girls are headstrong | |
| Not as a whole, but the majority I know | |
| Are too busy frontin yo, tryin to be fly though | |
| You might hear this and think I' m trippin | |
| But knowledge the wisdom before you start flippin | |
| As modern day God, I do analysis | |
| To find out what makes them hard like callouses | |
| Instead of being sweat, truthful and soft | |
| They wanna be false and that turns me off | |
| Your hair' s not real, neither are your eyes | |
| And your makeup is swine plus a big disguise | |
| Your clothes are tight, I can see every inch | |
| And then you wonder how I get this urge to pinch | |
| Sellin your sex, without makin love | |
| I' m not Keith to be Sweatin you and that' s unheard of | |
| If I got dollars, I' m good for your number | |
| If I look fine, I get a one night slumber | |
| Wham, bam, but no thank you ma' am | |
| Wanna knock the boots but you don' t know who I am | |
| This is not a diss to my black sista | |
| If I screamed on ya daughter, pardon me mista | |
| The point I' m makin, such a visual fact | |
| Teach her to be original, and how to be black | |
| Groove to this | |
| Move to this | |
| Verse Four: | |
| I know you' re probably mad and would like to roast me | |
| But get yourself together, before you approach me | |
| Cause I' m no sucka, I say what I feel | |
| I might hurt your feelings, but at least I' m real | |
| The way to be black is to strive for goals | |
| You' re no longer the people who was bought and sold | |
| My advice to you is a word to the wise | |
| Snap out of the negative, into the civilized | |
| This place around you was meant to down you | |
| Kings and Queens but yet they still won' t crown | |
| Sun Born Allah has a goal no doubt if you' re black | |
| And you' re proud you better live that out... |
| zuò cí : Matos, Sun Born | |
| Have any of you ever been to Africa, | |
| Back to the motherland? It' s somethin... echoes | |
| All these lovely... brothers and sisters | |
| The subject at hand is about your own people | |
| The poison animal eaters, slaves of a mental death in power | |
| And our next speaker, well... we know who he is | |
| Verse One: | |
| This is not a rhyme about the racial times | |
| And if you don' t want to hear it then pay it no mind | |
| What I' m about to say may get you all upset | |
| So I apoligize and the wise don' t sweat | |
| The matter at hand is toward the black | |
| That live a falsehood life and that' s no way to act | |
| You don' t wear gold because you can' t afford it | |
| The medallion was cheap, so you went out and bought it | |
| From a Chinese man, or some Korean fella | |
| I bet you think your money went to help Mandela | |
| Oh really, has the past been forgotten? | |
| Dressin how they used to in the days of pickin cotton | |
| Martin Luther King did a lot for us | |
| But today it' s cool to play the back of the bus | |
| I study 120, I' m right and exact | |
| So I think I should reveal what it is to be black | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Now everybody' s wearin the red black and green | |
| Here' s the point: do you know what it means? | |
| Red for the bloodshed, black for the people | |
| Green for the land to be utilized equal | |
| " Yo I' m from Africa" boy you' re just a faker | |
| Name one city " Uhh, Jamaica!" | |
| WRONG... and I think that' s a shame | |
| An African look with an American name | |
| You might fool others but you can' t fool Sun | |
| Wanna build with the brother, then I am the one | |
| Play connect the dots, all the way to the motherland | |
| What have you done for your nation my brotherman | |
| You can' t even do the right things for self | |
| Then you got the nerve to criticize somebody else | |
| If it wasn' t for Chuck you wouldn' t know of Farrakhan | |
| I understand that the man is a paragon | |
| Open up your eyes and ears and try to learn | |
| Stop perpetratin with your false concern | |
| Even some rappers, frontin in their videos | |
| Nothing but Oreos, tryin to be memorial | |
| I' m not impressed, by the way some stars | |
| Perpetrate to be original, you know who you are | |
| I diss my people who choose to lack | |
| Cause there' s more to learn on how to be black | |
| Verse Three: | |
| And then they say I' m prejudiced, cause I like redbones | |
| But nowadays original girls are headstrong | |
| Not as a whole, but the majority I know | |
| Are too busy frontin yo, tryin to be fly though | |
| You might hear this and think I' m trippin | |
| But knowledge the wisdom before you start flippin | |
| As modern day God, I do analysis | |
| To find out what makes them hard like callouses | |
| Instead of being sweat, truthful and soft | |
| They wanna be false and that turns me off | |
| Your hair' s not real, neither are your eyes | |
| And your makeup is swine plus a big disguise | |
| Your clothes are tight, I can see every inch | |
| And then you wonder how I get this urge to pinch | |
| Sellin your sex, without makin love | |
| I' m not Keith to be Sweatin you and that' s unheard of | |
| If I got dollars, I' m good for your number | |
| If I look fine, I get a one night slumber | |
| Wham, bam, but no thank you ma' am | |
| Wanna knock the boots but you don' t know who I am | |
| This is not a diss to my black sista | |
| If I screamed on ya daughter, pardon me mista | |
| The point I' m makin, such a visual fact | |
| Teach her to be original, and how to be black | |
| Groove to this | |
| Move to this | |
| Verse Four: | |
| I know you' re probably mad and would like to roast me | |
| But get yourself together, before you approach me | |
| Cause I' m no sucka, I say what I feel | |
| I might hurt your feelings, but at least I' m real | |
| The way to be black is to strive for goals | |
| You' re no longer the people who was bought and sold | |
| My advice to you is a word to the wise | |
| Snap out of the negative, into the civilized | |
| This place around you was meant to down you | |
| Kings and Queens but yet they still won' t crown | |
| Sun Born Allah has a goal no doubt if you' re black | |
| And you' re proud you better live that out... |
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