Black Code Suite

[Verse 1: LL COOL J] Look at mama, she's in the kitchen She’s swingin' her hips and dippin' the chicken in flour She got the music, it’s bumpin' I smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans Engrained in your brain without a meme Like it's a precinct burnin' up on the screen The operation is flagrant 'til reparations, we take 'em And we been patiently waitin' And for cake, we be scrapin' until it’s late in the A.M. When you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate ’til they pay 'em Your body swayin’, you listen what I'm sayin' Don't want that AK-K-K commence to sprayin’ OG Mind Freak, you cannot enslave 'em And if the tables ever turn, you know nothin' can save him The sensation burnin' like Louisiana cajun The faint aroma somebody is blazin' to bring the day in Big bro on his way in [Chorus: Q-Tip] Never forget where you started 'Cause that could be where you end From a faraway land, we were departed Tryna find where we began Mama said there was a code That we all should abide by Big man said there was a code By which we should live and we should die by, by [Verse 2: LL COOL J] Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags See 'em salutin' and recruitin' and wavin' flags Spice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken The screen door slammin' and the young boy crippin' Mama when she dancin', your uncle when he trippin' The spirit of Stevie Wonder when "Superstition" was written I'm the first bop when you walk into the party I'm the Chris Rock when you snappin' on somebody I'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity Duke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity I'm the sound of Miles Davis, it's impossible to bury me The slow pimp walk, it's impossible to hurry me The red cup, brown liquor, spades all night Shower cap, house slippers, braids just right Feelin' when that itch in your weave is relieved I'm your tastebuds bitin' on the sunflower seeds Only crossover I support is Kyrie W.E.B. mentality I'm the Biz goin' off, Diana, I'm the boss Or you could say Ross, I'm Pirelli's with the gloss I'm the underground Harriet, the swing low chariot Backyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus The look in the eyes of someone who can relate I'm the knowin' that it's love and couldn't possibly be hate I'm the prayer of a mom that want her son to walk straight I'm the prisoner released when he walkin' out the gate, I'm Black I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black [Instrumental Break] [Outro: Sona Jobarteh (Eric Appapoulay)] [?] Black Code [?] Read your Black Code [?] Read your Black Code Read your Black Code It's for everybody Read your Black Code [?] Read your Black Code Read your Black Code [?] Read your Black Code It's for everybody (Yeah) Read your Black Code [?] Read your Black Code [?]