Lyrics I See Dead People - Grand Puba, Rell, Lord Jamar

I See Dead People

Ohh
(Whipped and hanged)
Whipped and hanged
And didn’t do a thing
That’s the price paid
For the color of your skin
Stole my history
And now it’s a mystery
How can you know where your going
If you don’t know where you been?
(Grand Puba)
Ay yo, shoot off the nose
Shoot off the lips
Don’t let the world know
Black people did this
Keep 'em in line
With the crack of the whip
Teach 'em their history
It started with slave ships
It’s time to look past all that, man please
How many of my people done swung from trees?
How many of my people in the past we lost?
They constantly remind us of the high, of course
But when we speak on it they say that we whining
Snatch your resources down to your last diamond
I do this for my ancestors
Ain’t nobody alive gon' tell me I should let that shit ride
Nowadays the old heads are scared of the youth
Pull the tree from the roots and ya kill off the fruit
I’m so in tune with the universe
So I unify my people when I spit my verse
My melanin underneath my skin
Let me know I was here when the earth begin
(Lord Jamar)
Medgar Evans
Emmit Till
Somebody said let the Black blood spill
In the ghetto we attack that whip
They got a thing called crack that kid
Malcolm X
Huey Newton
Ain’t no need for the Klan
'Cause we do the shootin'
We need to stand for a revolution
Or fall into the hands of a institution
Sean Bell
Timothy Stansbury
Blood fell, same color as cranberry
Every time we lose a man my heart is heavy
Ready to break like a New Orleans levee
And I testified that yes I cried
Over the years some of our best have died
And I poisoned my peers like a pesticide
You can run, but
There’s nowhere left to hide, look
We used to play out in the rain
But now our blood spills down the drain
We kill ourselves with nothing to gain
It’s time to break those bands and chains
I know we got a Black man in the White House
But there’s still Black fans with the lights out
Still got the bad man at the crack house
Sister Prez can you tell me what’s that about?
(Rell)
Oh yeah
Where you been and where you come from
Teach your daughter and teach your son
There’s too many of us we dyin' by the gun
We create worlds when we think as one
(Grand Puba)
Now they changed Egypt from Khemet
'Cause they knew it had Black in it
Tell a bunch of lies and document it
Take history and spin it
Don’t you people know that most of this stuff
Up in this country we invented?
(Lord Jamar)
Yo, same story
Ever since they came for me
And made me change my name
It’s been a struggle
Always forced me to hustle
Time now we change the game
We used to play out in the rain
But now our blood spills down the drain
We kill ourselves with nothing to gain
It’s time to break those bands and chains
I know we got a Black man in the White House
But there’s still Black fans with the lights out
Still got the bad man at the crack house
Sister Prez can you tell me what’s that about?
(Whipped and hanged)
Whipped and hanged
And didn’t do a thing
That’s the price paid
For the color of your skin
Stole my history
And now it’s a mystery
How can you know where your going
If you don’t know where you been?
If you don’t know where you been
Somebody tell me
They wonder why we’re crazy
We gotta get back