Message to the Black Man

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

This song is very close and dear to my heart, man

To be able to say something like this

It takes a hell of a motherfucker to say it

This song is dedicated to all my people

It's called Message To The Black Man

Check it out

[Chorus]

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah, we makin' the dough

But y'all ain't spinnin' it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records

And peepin' my shows

Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 1]

It started on the slave ships (slave ships)

And field niggas would eventually take the day shift

With house niggas inside, loyalty may shift

And it did divide us, now we still need a race lift

Fuck a face lift

I ain't changing my identity

For energy from any that's obscenity

Now in 2007 we sick and ain't no remedy

Jealousy, envy, and murder, it's like you ain't no kin to me

Guess we ain't, nigga, we go hard in the paint, nigga

Still when you see me out, you ain't the one who faint, nigga

It's them other fans from them other lands

They listen to me more than my sister and brother, man

I could see if I was a wack motherfucker

Bitchin' about the way that my people act, motherfucker

But I do spit, my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive

Get off of your lazy ass like you know something about music

[Chorus]

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah, we makin' the dough

But y'all ain't spinnin' it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records

And peepin' my shows

Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 2]

You cry about the way I paint my face

It ain't y'all taste, little homie, let me state my case

I'm not a devil or damn jester, rumors can fester

Never uplift a demon with the image of my ancestors

African, act like you see me when you be traffickin'

Laughter when you frown up at me, your hatred is bafflin'

You watch American Idol, my people, my paint is tribal it

Symbolizes not evil but the will still in survival

You niggas be so tough the moment we roll up

Your upper lip rolled up, you hatin' it, so what?

Everyone knows us, my city is sold up

My shows crush but y'all don't show up

They say it's more than money, bitches, whores

It's funny this here's war, my people at his door

And I'm knocking, meanwhile we rocking

Globally and it's sad, man

Light black attendance got my people lookin' real bad, man

[Chorus]

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah, we makin' the dough

But y'all ain't spinnin' it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records

And peepin' my shows

Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 3]

I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me

The way you write me up as a demon astounds me

Brotha Lynch, 40 Water, Federation, DMX

Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me

Brother J, homie, he with me 'til this day, homie

Who you know that's blacker than that?

With a staff and a 'Lac

My people lovin' that trash and they rap

I'm immaculate maybe they grab it if I was blastin' a MAC

Attackin' my people 'cause I'm black and I'm lethal

With this rap I don't trap, but I'm crack

Why do you be so close-minded when I'm rhymin'

Wishin' you can find it

Everybody but you motherfuckers get behind it

And I'm doper than a ki, nigga

Message to wee niggas

Rocking sold out shows is where I'm gonna be, nigga

And that's all I sell out, something you should see, nigga

Betcha would come and see it if I told you it was free, nigga

[Chorus]

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows

We've been all over the globe

Yeah, we makin' the dough

But y'all ain't spinnin' it

My people you 'posed to be

My people ain't ya

But my people ain't something that I see

'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records

And peepin' my shows

Y'all don't no that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Outro]

Act like you know I'm your very own, motherfuckers

Hardcore shit, stop buying all that bootleg bullshit, too

Support your motherfuckin' artist

And Big Scoob said, when he finds out who's fuckin'

Bootleggin' the Summer Edition, Rogue Dog shit

He's at that motherfucking ass

And I'm right behind his motherfucking ass, you dig me?

Tech N9ne, nigga!