Out the Gate - Bambu

They call us «gooks», «chinks», «beaners», «niggers»

Threw in the word «bitch» to degrade my sisters

And I grew up idolizing hoes

Rappers who call women «hoes»

You know, ain’t no fun if the homies don’t

Life ain’t nothing but bitches and money

And face down, ass up

That’s the way, running man

Right over the murder rap

Kill a nigga, shoot a nigga

Young Bam' was loving that

(Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat)

Not really tripping on the cost of life lost

Even after watching Frankie get half his face shot off

Never knew the root cause

Why are we killing us?

«Nigga», «bitch», «ho», just a word like «injustice»

Fuck it man the beat was hot

Walk to the bass drop

Ingest that genocide

Pass me that 40 watt

G’s up, hoes down

Hole in your head holmes

Next thing you know I’m fist fighting with a pistol

Nah, nah, nah, fuck that.

It is what you say.

Cause what you say affects what

you do.

Ya know

Stick and stones may bones but words won’t do shit to me

So fuck those words my revolver turns

And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me

They call us, «gook», «chink», «nigga», «spic»

«Rag head», «beaner», «faggot», «bitch»

«Nip», «kike», «ho», «A-rab»

«Jap», «moolie», «haji», «wet back»

So I need to hit that rewind button

Listen to that old shit

Go back to the cemetery, pay my friends a visit

Listen close then I study it, why are we in love with it?

Why do we attach our ghetto culture to a pistol grip?

What about the corner stores?

Hanging with your moms or

Playing with at your friend’s crib

Trade Nintendo cartridges

Nah, we own records like, «Fuck Another Person’s Life»

Disrespecting women when we raised by women

Then I’m puzzled but I get it when

Music is stuck in corporate hands

Money dictate what the radio is playing

Hmmmm

So the ignorant wins

Big money sweep away Public Enemy and 'em

Dead prez, Native Guns, Technique and 'em

Don’t kill enough niggas for them corporate ends

Don’t slap enough hoes

Don’t jiggle enough ass

Tell our people to Get Free and spread that cash

Spread that cash.

Not spread that ass.

Stupid

Now there’s history behind it too

Let me break it down for you

Strategy how colonizing people instrumental

To the words on them instrumentals

This is all planned

Through the years they have programmed the black and brown man

To destroy what is ugly and

Kill what is evil and

Guess what is evil, that’s right, (you nigga!)

When that Bible you toting spread lies when it’s open

I laughed at Charlton Heston when he spread that ocean

Ha ha ha

It make you laugh don’t it?

Well check it, here’s a lil' something else I noticed

If I was, on one side of the street in my hood

And a white boy was on the other side of the street in my hood

Brothers quick to hit me up first, prolly try and jump me

While that white is walking 'round with pockets full of money

That’s the self hate, passed on

We hate our own

So the colonizer win with every murder on that song

Murder him, murder him, shoot him.

Let’s be authentic man.

Shut the fuck up and

do something right