Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Stabbers , by - SammusRelease date: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Stabbers |
| It’s a fine line |
| Unclear if it’s my pride or arrogance |
| Sharing my Black American narrative |
| Yet here it is |
| --- complected like Ledisi |
| -- inherited legacies |
| My heritage vetted me |
| To fare better than Medicis |
| To tread on the seven seas |
| My rudders will never cease |
| My dreads is the only things dark and twisted in fantasies |
| That exist in the canopies where I rest on my family tree |
| Genetics from many queens |
| My umi’s umi’s umi’s umi never rode no slave ship |
| That doesn’t mean I’m bougie and I don’t need conversation |
| You could catch a two-piece put my two weeks in I’m out |
| Fela Kuti in my hoopty get my suitcase then I bounce |
| Said our skin is black as ashes |
| Throwing booty scratchin' cracks at us |
| Laughed about our accents |
| Like ya’ll blacks was Anglo Saxxons sons |
| That’s so dumb cuz being black from Jacksonville |
| Or being black and African |
| Don’t kill the mass appeal of giving blacks in jail the maximum |
| Black like Materia |
| Matter fact I’m black |
| Like I’m Back to America |
| Matter fact I’m blacker than that |
| I got passion for blacks cuz that matters |
| So I really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers |
| I’m black like Materia |
| Matter fact I’m black |
| Like I’m Chad or Namibia |
| Matter fact I’m blacker than that |
| I got passion for blacks cuz that matters |
| So I really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers |
| I’m tellin' ya’ll |
| I fight survivor’s guilt |
| In my Godiva pelt |
| I trace the lines of family ties that light the kuiper belt |
| Follow the drinking gourd to downloading Liquid Swords |
| To recording hip hop scores 'bout Megazord on mixing boards |
| But no matter the tone, or phrase |
| The nose, the face |
| The souls of the diaspora compose a race |
| Yet those displaced |
| Are told that they are nothing more then throw aways |
| PLEASE |
| It’s the self-important hating sons of transplants |
| Up against descendants of the slaves with «Uncle Sam’s» stance who add |
| Pollution to solutions |
| I eschew their contribution |
| I just want a revolution like it’s dance dance |
| I got the blood of Lumumba in every cell |
| No hyperbole brother my daddy will tell |
| About central-intelligence |
| Killing our relatives like we Max Payne |
| They quell our rebellions |
| Send us to heaven just like a match made |
| It’s the ‘zact same |
| Some have the scars on they backs and some in they last name |
| Black like Materia |
| Matter fact I’m black |
| Like I’m Back to America |
| Matter fact I’m blacker than that |
| I got passion for blacks cuz that matters |
| So I really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers |
| I’m black like Materia |
| Matter fact I’m black |
| Like I’m Chad or Namibia |
| Matter fact I’m blacker than that |
| I got passion for blacks cuz that matters |
| So I really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers |