Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black History , by - PRhyme. Release date: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Black History |
| Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do some damage |
| Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked |
| Four pounds, dark purple, couldn’t even breathe on my own |
| Shakin' baby in an incubator, breathin' machine for my lungs |
| Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months |
| Papa regretting doin' coke, mama probably those couple blunts |
| Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we |
| Keep the unconditional love between us, I feel like the Mona Lisa |
| Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance |
| I learned just how people are quick to turn |
| The doctor came back and said, «We're gon' release him» |
| That’s the same thing in my first deal the label head said |
| Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells |
| You probably think my moms and pops ain’t raise me well |
| Wait, please, I was hard-headed |
| The only person who could get through to me was maybe JAY-Z |
| They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD |
| Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys |
| I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital |
| They gonna doubt you, nigga |
| And you can’t even pay no one to care about you, nigga |
| As we proceed to give you what you need |
| My name is DJ Premier |
| I’d like to introduce to you AntMan Wonder |
| On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart |
| PRhyme 2 is comin' (Comin', comin'…) |
| As we proceed to give you what you need |
| Y’all know what it is |
| We’d like to welcome you to another round of hip-hop in its purest form |
| On behalf of Heaven Studios and Works of Mart—we comin' (Comin', comin'…) |
| 1966, March 21st (Wooh!) |
| In July 17th, '61 marks the birth (Wooh!), the birth of two phenoms |
| I’m talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam (Okay) |
| This is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme (Word) |
| One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas |
| Had a dream to become the next shit, filled up his whole truck trunk with |
| records |
| And moved to New York, that’s where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord |
| If ever duplicated, Hell froze and there was a blue moon before it (Preach) |
| And that shit birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit |
| Like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I’m just comin' clean like the Jeru song (Wooh!) |
| Yo! |
| MTV raps, Rakim in the back |
| Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb Rock |
| Pac in the cut with his boots and Juice on (R-I-P) |
| Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be (Yup) |
| Y’all know I’m from Detroit, I’m diggin' in the crates, now I’m from the |
| diamond-D |
| I ain’t wit the showbiz, I’m just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal |
| And go and ball and every bitch I got OT is on call |
| (What's that?) |
| That’s O. C, bitch, I confess that I finesse |
| I smile at death like Malcolm X, I’m solid, yes, in '99 |
| I told myself, if I could figure out how to bottle that, I’d be out of debt |
| Y’all niggas is novices, y’all can just move inside (Wooh) |
| I got that car pedestrian confidence, yessir (Yessir), I got that Uber Drive |
| Y’all wanna know who the best is? |
| Look around at who alive and who done died |
| (Then what?) Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar, and Pusha T |
| Em and the Slaughters, y’all don’t have to look any farther for the rhymers |
| (Damn!) |
| Y’all are the past, at the present time, I’m the future |
| 'Cause all my competition tryna be designers |
| I’m just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers |
| They just tired of re-rewindin' |
| Y’all tired of me saying I’m the greatest? |
| (Y'all tired yet?) |
| Fuck y’all, I’m tired of re-remindin' (Ha ha!) |
| I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave |
| Preem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage |
| Since then I’ve been on my Jamie in «Ray», nobody seein' me (Uh uh) |
| She douche, I give her dick she’ll never forget, that’s D and D, Preem, cut me! |
| Come on back with me, this black history… |
| «I'll be back, but for now, just—» |
| Come on back with me, this black history |
| Premier’s on the wheels, yeah, we makin' black history |
| «I'll be back, but for now, just—» |
| Come on back with me, this textbook Big L and Pun, on the real to real—that |
| black history |
| I made up my mind (Mind!), went to sleep dead (Dead!) |
| That’s in the past, I’m gon' wake up alive-live-live-live |
| We takin' over this shit this year! |
| Preem, cut me! |
| «I'll be back, but for now, just—» |
| Come on back with me, this black history… |