Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Field Negro, artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Field Negro |
You ain’t been gettin' this money all your life |
Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice |
Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life |
What happened to art is life? |
All of you kids is in charter school |
And you startin' to do everything in private |
Maybe that’s from all of the charter flights |
Make sure whatever you’re doing is not in the dark |
You know this shit is bound to come out eventually |
Underneath all the lights |
Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights |
Degrade him all his life, rape his daughter, his wife |
Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait |
We wasn’t even allowed to pray, let alone read or write |
People like Cube opened them doors |
And politically correct negroes like you |
Close 'em to keep your ice |
Clap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you there |
Your whole platform could swim with the fishes |
Like Huggy Bear |
Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won’t move at all. |
It’s distractions, that you won’t say anything at all in risk of losing |
something. |
Right. |
You won’t say anything on anyone’s behalf at this point? |
You ain’t been gettin' riches ya whole life |
Oh, you done forgot? |
The oven door open |
On the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house |
'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right? |
Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away |
Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed |
Every artist in the game are phony |
Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back |
And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top |
To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats |
The plight of the miserable wasted talent |
Only guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit |
This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged |
Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced |
My dad said, «Under no circumstance should a man |
Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed |
And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights |
Should lose the use of his right and left leg» |
They say I couldn’t do it, so I went out and did it |
They said they gave it to me, so I ain’t ask for more |
I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face |
Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin' |
I did it my way without all the complainin' |
And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale |
For the validation of all the bloggers |
And all the same gay ass awards |
Fuck y’all and all them gay ass awards |
We are livin' inside the same hell |
And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven |
But we are lyrically not on the same level |
I’m scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters |
I’m not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar |
I’m here for respect or else I’m willin' to take off the belt |
And whoop a young nigga’s ass with it like James Evans |
A house negro look at you and say |
«Man you crazy, what you mean separate? |
Where is there a better house than this? |
Where can I wear better clothes than |
this?» |
It was that house negro |
In those days he was called a house nigga |
And that’s what we call him today, 'cause we still got some house niggers |
running around here |
You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way up |
Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in |
When you were starvin' with nothing, when it was stripes on all The canned |
goods in your closets and cupboards |
You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler |
My grind Shawn Carter as fuck |
I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut |
Plus, none of these artist can beat me |
I’m Truman and Christ on the Noah’s Ark on the waters of Fiji |
I’m truly the type that’d push your wig farther than BC |
Leave your brains all over the street |
My heart’s on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of Eden |
And start a new species, please, you know my steez |
How you got a team and you ain’t got loyalty? |
How is y’all the kings and you ain’t got royalties? |
I been around homicides since Marky D |
Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez |
Children is dyin', women is cryin', we under attack, fool |
What a better time to be famous, black and impactful |
Name somethin' better to come together as one to react to |
Shit we still comin' back from a checkered past like lumber jack suits |
You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you |
If you don’t kneel with Kaep, it’s simple math |
They cannot run it past you |
Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamate |
Off our inner hate |
We oblige, so they make the riches, we don’t rise |
They just keep us high |
Product of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a nigga |
I do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin' |
Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacin' |
Just so I can make a decision |
Keep a honorable spirit |
With not a whole lot of faith to distribute |
They took the scriptures away and replaced it |
After makin' they own racist revisions |
They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit |
To take away shit to rig it |
I’m pretty sure they Maker is livid, they racist, they bigots |
What’s Christian about that? |
The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed |
They should wake up every day |
And pray to the nature of business |
Fuck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons |
At the expense of creatin' division |
The Wraith is exquisite, I’m 'bout that paper |
But it’s gon' prob’ly take me a minute |
I much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prism |
Assumin' the information is real |
Then play for a racist with a racist agenda |
I hate you niggas, bow figures |
The misappropriation of wisdom got you |
Slaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills, house nigga |
I rather get hit with a Patriot missile |
Than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism |
They say a broke' clock is right two times |
But it’s never accurate |
Truth time, okay |
If some of us don’t have time, some of us have time |
Some of us perform in the halftime |
Some of us boycottin' halftime |
Some of us standin' up, some of us sittin' down |
Reparations will never get back to us |
They’ll forever just laugh at us |
I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth |
Go ahead and try to trace your roots |
That shit is rather miraculous |
Them niggas took away the message |
And mess with the message in it |
Embellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us |