Fellow black people. Mes noirs.
It is time to be strong. The ills of many sick days beleager us yet, but we are what we are, especially when we are. Indeed, Hip-Hop is our baby; however, in the coming and present times, we must be happy to share: Any Tom, Dick, or Hare Krishna can drop those nasty extra non-virgin flows, my income. It’s no longer a race thing at all; even bitches seem to like to bark. My question is a simple one; it is this: Is you ‘hood enough, player? Cuz I got plenty too’s cous.
Some niggas just can’t handle the truth, so we pop ‘em in the mouth. That’s word to common men.