Black Cream (The Negro Epidemic) (Feat. Big Shug) - Reks

From chains to whips

To chains and whips

Hopped off the slave ships into the fly kicks

Floss our ice, gettin' paper

All my niggas want paper

We just gotta get paper

(We bought your American Dream

The negro epidemic, black cream)

Black cream

Dear Oprah Winfrey

I know misogyny

Is rampant in our music and it pains you severely

But Dear Ms. Billion Dollar Income

Hear me

The path to success isn’t merely:

Respect self, sincerely, remember Celie?

Slaved after mister

And when she disobeyed then he whipped her

Well we was picked up, broke down, whipped up

Said, «Thanks» to master when he tipped us

Upon tree, lift us

Noose as a necktie

Excuses, I guess I

Use cause I refuse to let my

Ego be abused by the stereotype

That blacks just might be better off as have nots

Than to have cops, harass us

Poor Jacqueline Onassis

Husband gunned down, supporting our black asses

We as poor folks frown upon a brother’s success

The more he has, then we have less

And we have yet, been able to afford

Without buying the store

Instead of repair, get all the white Airs

Force 1/one to look in the mirror

And be ashamed as the truth appears

Nigga, negro, Afro, hero

To the youth who want to rhyme for deniro

And shine like them joints in the earlobes

The pain I’ve seen

Watchin' my people spend they black cream

(Reks)

From chains to whips

To chains and whips

Hopped off the slave ships into the fly kicks

Floss our ice, gettin' paper

All my niggas want paper

We just gotta get paper

(We bought your American Dream

The negro epidemic, black cream)

Black cream

Everybody ain’t Kanye West lord

I tell the kids, get a dream you can afford

But kids want stunts, smoke blunts and impress broads

Sip on syrup cause they idol got his cup

What this does

Is make it harder to give a fuck

The impulse

To ball got Cosby pissed off

That «buck that bought the bottle

Coulda struck the lotto»

To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto

Dress our autos, barely dress our kids

Some want Tims, but he gon' wait

Daddy need new rims

Damn

Did I write that right?

Question is

Are you gonna right that wrong?

Put my mic back on

Free speech is tell a nigga 'bout a nigga’s self

You poor knowledge even if you got dumb wealth

Poor knowledge?

Dumb wealth?

All the money in the world, your black ass can’t spell help

Chains and whips to chains and whips

Right into the latest kicks

And we

Floss our ice

Brush off haters

Black man’s plight

Lusting paper

(We just gonna get paper)

We bought your American dream

The negro epidemic, black cream

(Black cream)

«Black cream»

Heeeey

Stay on your grind baby

Brush off the haters

Remain a player

Gettin' this paper

Black cream, yeeeeah

Black cream, yeeeeah

Gettin' this paper

Gettin' this paper

Black cream

Big Shug.

Reks.

This is how we get down man

Cats is fightin' for money out there

We gotta keep it movin' man.

One way or the other.

I’m out