Coon

Look, One things the truth, if a brotha hates his roots, he'll hate the fruit And yes Eve ate the fruit but she ain't make that dude taste it too Some of y'all ain't got no accountability And you brothas wanna be down, ya'll gotta be kidding me Some of ya'll still gettin raped by the white man Penetrated with his hatred, he be breaking y'all in And he made you over with disdain for ya' own kin Keep heading down that romance, you ain't gone have no friends Yeah, I know where it goes but it don't entice me Yeah, I know where it grows but it don't like me Because I ain't no damn coon, trigga How about you trigger? Is you gone make the move with us? I hear a coon a' comin Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon coming Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon a' comin Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon coming Take off like Kunta running One things a go, nothin' that a coon love more than putting on a show, Or waking up to a whiter version of himself If he hates his roots, anything from it he'll try to rake that shit up too I'm talking soiled soil, behold a disloyal mole Oh boy, oh boy, oh they don't enjoy royal coils Beat a coon to the white meat and he'd probably try to bite it, And his kids from that white woman but they'll probably try to hide it But I know the deal, they got a status quota to fill, jheri curls to golden grills, Bury me on no man's field Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I hear a coon a' comin Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon coming Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon a' comin Take off like Kunta running I hear a coon coming Take off like Kunta running