Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) - Ice Cube, Chuck D, Sir Jinx

Verse one: ice cube

Peace.

haha dont make me laugh!

All I hear is muthafuckers talkin sucotash

Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang

Im a nigga, gotta live by the trigger

How the fuck do you figure?

That I can say peace and the gunshots wont cease

Every cop killin goes ignored

They just send another nigga to the morgue

A point scored- they could give a fuck about us They rather catch us with guns and white powder

If I was old, theyd probably be a friend of me Since Im young, they consider me the enemy

They kill ten of me to get the job correct

To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck

Cuz Im the one with the trunk of funk

And fuck tha police in the tape deck

You should listen to me cuz theres more to see

Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities

The other color dont know you can run but not hide

These are tales from the darkside…

Verse two:

You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh

Cuz we aint got it too good in america

I cant fuck with them overseas

My homeboy died over a key of cocaine

It was plain and simple

The 9 mm went to the temple

was the sound I put the bitch down

And ran to the schoolyard bathroom

Looked in the trash can yo it had room

So I ducked my ass in it for a minute

Covered with sweat I had the layback

Mad as fuck, thinkin about the payback

Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun

I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun

Its gettin critical — I start the five point o There they go — drive real slow

I yelled out ice cube sucka

Shot gun hit — and murder mutahfuckers

I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off

Its a shame, that niggas die young

But to the light side it dont matter none

Itll be a drive by homicide

But to me its just another tale from the darkside…

Verse three: chuck d Standing in the middle of war

The middle we flex

When we die, they wont make check

Ebony cant see to the darkside

The term they apply to us is a nigga

Call it what you want, cuz Im comin from the coroner

Same applies with a phd

Whoz black — dont wanna role — sells his soul

Watch his head go rollin

Who the fuck are they foolin?

Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes

Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist

of them gettin brown

Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack

Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide

Yet cube, they cant fuck with the darkside!