Текст, перевод и аккорды “Project Roach”
- feat. Eban Thomas (The Last Poets) [Eban Thomas] It is absolutely silly, and unproductive to have a funeral for the word "nigger" When the actions continue.. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters Not a funeral for niggers 'cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*} [Nas] Uh, yeah.. Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin, in your sink and your toilet I be drinkin from your spit, anything 'cause I'm all less An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead Correction: I got eight legs, climbin on top yo' plate, bed Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool The ghetto is my land, fool, I'ma never be able to fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of your pesticide or RAID 'cause, in heaven's my Creator I love it when the light's off, eatin from same knives, forks from, ANY man's dinner, see my antennas You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make if you squash me, learn to live with me How much your Ross Motel costin? Yo, we in the city But yo, we everywhere! Check your house good, I bet we there! LOOK HEED! [Eban Thomas] Niggers are like roaches - they're never gonna go away Learn from them what we should not become 'cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*}
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