Project Roach

[Intro: Eban Thomas]

It is absolutely silly, and unproductive

To have a funeral for the word "nigga"

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We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters

Not a funeral for niggers

'Cause niggers – don't die

[Verse: Nas]

Uh, yeah

Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin', in your sink and your toilet

I be drinkin' from your spit, anything 'cause I'm more or less

An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead

Correction: I got eight legs, climbin' on top yo' plate, bed

Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food

Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool

The ghetto is my land, fool, I'ma never be able to

Fly like a bumblebee, try not to be underneath

Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of

Your pesticide or RAID 'cause in heaven's my Creator

I love it when the light's off, eating from same knives, forks

From, any man's dinner, see my antennas

You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make