Black Ice
Hey yo When you look at me and my brothers what's
your first impression Does the sight of us leave
you guessin or do you understand the stressin The
aggression, the look of no hope on me and my
niggaz faces Like the lord overlooked us when he
handed down his graces You see embraces, fall
short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur
fingers Still stuck in the walls of the project
halls where the coke smell still lingers External
blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we
been given nothin to shine on And a record deal's
harder to get than coke, so my niggaz get they
grind on Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga,
make all goals lateral But see that takes paper
that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as
collateral Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some
blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em But when a
nigga goes from not doin to doin, what can you
tell him? Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a
nigga, that's how I pay the bills And I'ma do that
whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these
rhyme skills See America makes you an opportunist,
and at the same time they institutionalize you So
the fact that niggaz get, big record deals big
money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you That's
what lies do, you see most of these guys do have
raw talent just an infinitile education So the
business feed you all the weed and ecstasy and a
little bit of paper to provide some pacification
from all the bullshit frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the
real is See they takin all our businessmen, and
givin 'em the mindsets of drug dealers Took all
our messengers, made 'em rappers just flappin they
jaws afraid to admit their treason Took all our
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reason And bein fucked up, well that's in this
season So, if you're negative you're positive, and
if you're positive you're called a hater But I
maintain control of my soul cause I know it gets
greater later And I told y'all the last show shit,
a nigga no hater, I just know what the truth is
Been intertwined in this puddin for 'bout a year
now so I know where the proof is See, it lines
these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers where former
hustlers like myself sign papers and pull off
fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the time
They got us choppin and, baggin and servin that
shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now The crime is
undetectable by the feds cause in heads of our
kids is where the track is And music is potent
it's straight to the soul so it's much more
addictive than crack is Now, the high is just an
illusion all lies and confusion But to feel that
rush just once, my young bucks'll go through it So
in essence, they still floodin the streets with
the thugs, drugs and the killing They just usin
these record labels to do it Takin our hearts off
demos, puttin us in limos tryin to fuck up divine
direction But, young black men have been trained
to chase money and pussy, so we fall victim to our
own erection And begin to convince ourselves we're
on our way somewhere where we're not goin But
ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, niggaz
take pride in not knowin We not growin, nigga I
give a fuck how slick you flowin if you ain't
showin nuttin to these kids or addin nuttin
positive to the earth Black Ice been destined to
touch the world ever since I was born To be real,
fuck a record deal, God gives me what I'm worth
"Soul Survivor" nigga {*echoes*}