Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Who?, artist - SA-ROC. Date of issue: 09.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Who? |
| On January 17th 1961 |
| I was beaten then tortured then murdered by guns |
| (Who am I?) |
| The firing squad, The CIA, the Mi6, the Belgians were in on it |
| (Who am I?) |
| Mubutu too tried to kill the cause by killing me silly see Because the flesh |
| dies only to set the soul free |
| And it landed in this MC manifest destiny but only for the Africans |
| The salt of the earth the father of man they gave a cross then They took the |
| land |
| (Who am I?) |
| As long Belgians continued to mine |
| Then I guess the DRC was fine |
| No its not |
| (Who am I?) |
| (copper, and zinc tin and coal and don’t forget diamond and gold) |
| (Who am I?) |
| My body dip in acid |
| All for greed and I just wanted them to leave |
| (Who am I?) |
| The United Nations turned their backs while the Europeans cleansed the blacks |
| (Who am I?) |
| The Soviet Union wanted to assist |
| But the USA just labeled me a communist |
| (Who am I?) |
| Pan African, pro people, prolific against evil |
| Whether it comes through war or peace |
| Please remember my name — it’s Patrice, Lamumba |
| Tell me what u working with |
| I’m ready to assault this track before I murder it |
| Cuz I use words to purge my aggression I suggest you avoid becoming a victim of |
| my murmurings |
| I get my big words from my mama Nem |
| She taught me how to read and ever since I’ve had a yearn for them |
| And that’s how this shy girl can talk shit and stay clean, excuse my foul mouth |
| I slip up and say things in rap life that real life can’t seem to handle |
| Like how I’m a better rapper than u and all your family |
| And I’ll verbally slap you all around a few rounds until you king me the |
| greatest of the space/time continuum |
| See great writers made me |
| Not Jay-Z but Langston |
| I’m still trying digest a dream deferred |
| And every time I put my pen down to paper I imagine saving babies from a bitter |
| life in a heinous world |
| But they don’t wanna hear the pain just the glory |
| And they don’t wanna take the blame just change the gist of the story |
| And they’ll take me as a trophy but not as MVP |
| Cuz they don’t wanna admit it but they envy me |
| I’ll tell u why because these hips and thighs created life in 7 days |
| And I can take it all away with just 1 verse spit in 7 ways |
| And the control u think u hold over me? |
| Guess what it’s obsolete |
| I copped a beat and laid heat like burnt edges |
| Play me? |
| You’ll pay me |
| My 16s like vendettas |
| This rap dope but truth told I been better |
| Just a prelude to deluge of poetic justice |
| No box braids I cock aim and blow brains with all my substance |
| I don’t need witticisms to make a hitter and I don’t need sports references to |
| make my lyrics any clearer |
| Eff Jordan, I’m rolling with zora, cuz my eyes been watching god since I first |
| looked in the mirror |
| And dare I say it that I’m a conscious entertainer? |
| my confidence in my craft |
| makes me comfortable with the label |
| But… I defy all conventions, my unorthodox behavior makes me garner your |
| attention like a peep show |
| The exposure keeps you riveted in place you’re conflicted I’m the illest but u |
| can’t let em know u think so |
| Acceptance is the last stage of grief so I’ll keep the peace |
| I’ll let u have your moment fore I make you take a knee |
| And savor each and every piece that I secrete from me |
| Contrary to pop opinion, we ain’t created equally |
| See, That my friend would require me to be human |
| I’m an alien, an outcast, a pillar in a land of ruin |