Kanye West F/ - Crack Music Featuring Game Lyrics

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

How we stop the Black Panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that? What Gil Scott is "Heron"
When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin

Crack, raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland
We, invested in that, it's like we got Merrill Lynched
And we been hangin' from the same tree, ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine

So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it
Sell it, the fiends, cop it, nowadays they can't tell if
That's that good shit, we ain't sure man
Put the CD on your tongue, yeah, that's pure man

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

From the place where the father's gone, the mothers is hardly home
And the madigon's lock us up in the Audy Home
How the Mexicans say, we just tryin' to party homes
They wanna pack us all in a box like Styrofoam

Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical
Arm and Hammer, baking soda raised they own quota

Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove 'cause
'Cause, dreams of being Hova
Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman
To bein' the President, look there's hope man

This that inspiration for the Moes and the folks man
Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin'
And this is the soundtrack
This the type of music that you make when you 'round that

Crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

God, how could you let this happen

Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

That's that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music
Our father, give us this day, our daily bread
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread

See I done did all this ol' bullshit
And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin', somethin' on the pulpit
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back, was crack music

And now we ooze it, through they nooks and crannies
So our mommas ain't got to be they, cooks and nannies
And we gon' repo' everything they ever took from Grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks, for Grammy's

This dark diction
Has become America's addiction
Those who ain't even black use it
We gon' keep baggin' up this here, crack music