Текст песни
Peep the math
Mau mau be about land and freedom
Reparation and apologies, for africa to america odyssey's
Guerrilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies
It be about, the devestations of the social doministic thought
Keep a brown man down sport
They wantin' to keep our ? set nigga
The way franz fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet
Yo, you fucked up in the game now
It's big black, mr. chairman of the mau mau
I hear the world in all-black surround sound
Barricaded so you can't move around now
Doin' this for my clan that ain't around now
Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now
My loud sound pound down make the earth crush in and bow down
There's faultlines in the ground now shake 'em down
Black chevy, mau maus, gats ready
Blaow blaow, black deadly, femme fatale
Underground, rats in this rat race
And black race cats sell out to the blackface
And rag grin, laugh not my light skin
Be s-m-o-o-t-h from ph
Uh, backseat strappin' in
Cause I'm the only bitch with big black and them
[Chorus]
Who the crew? m-a-u, m-a-u, gun ready
Bout to attack the track when blak iz blak
Well how black? blak heart, blak mind, blak soul
Mau maus (hootie hoo!) we was born to roll!
Who the crew? m-a-u, m-a-u, aim fire
Bout to attack the track when blak iz blak
How black? blak womb til we reach the black hearse
What's black? shade of the universe
Yo, yo
Yo when mo black start to black out bitches pass out
Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out
Black monk like thesalonius, the government got a black phobia
That's why they tap my black Nokia
Black fathers, black mothers, black brothers
Handcuffed to each other, goin' upstate in black buses
Black thugs, wrap drugs in backwoods
Smoke til they got black tongues, black lips and black lungs
Blak iz blak, wack mc's get smacked