Kanye Crazy by Kungarum Lyrics
[Intro]
The thing that causes religion is a class war
If there were no rich, and no poor, if everyone were equal
Religion would be soon to disappear
People only develop religion when they're unhappy with this world
[Verse 1]
Why teach the Negroes to fish and set them free?
When you can hook them up with fish perpetually
And why string them up from trees and stain the leaves?
When you can lynch their self-esteem and makе them sheep
Lock away the brave among thеse savage beasts to tame them
So that ADOS may retain their slave mentality for ages
Have them change that wavy wavy for a ratchet weave from Asia
Can't parade what nature gave you 'less you're naturally Caucasian
In this day and age we're still talking 'bout race (what the fuck, nigga?)
Segregating based on shade of beige (it's fucked up, nigga)
Saying it's a small price to pay (but it's much bigger)
Separate but equal ain't the way (we are one, nigga)
Martin Luther King was quite a popular figure
Apart from Hoover, when he gave a speech nobody was triggered
But when he started talking Benjamins, they bodied my nigga
That's why we gotta come together to embody that nigga
Somebody tell the NOI race is really class
Tell them wealth is the divide, not your creed or caste
If we intend to win this fight and be free at last
Then as well as civil rights, what we need is cash
[Chorus]
Cash, cash, cash, nigga
Gotta get the bag, nigga
Stacks, racks, bands, nigga
Money, moolah, math, nigga
Saving if we can, nigga
Aiding those who can't, nigga
Straight up Dame Dash, nigga
Gain and give back, nigga (gain and give back)
Gotta give back (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Muhammad is malik and “JESUS IS KING”
Both of them rallied to free us from sin
And showed how to banish the demons within
A perennial path for ephemeral beings
But soon enough we'll rot in caskets, and there's nothing after
You're saying there's something after? Well, “YOU AIN'T GOT THE ANSWERS”
And as an atheist I'm just as clueless
I'm the same as you…but without the bullshit
BS is butter to me, my facts can cut right through it
I puncture PC like Patrice when I speak the fucking truth, bitch
God's a typhoon, nigga, then a breeze, nigga
He blows you, nigga, then He blows me, nigga
Liberal when He with us, but He fickle as the wind, nigga
Like The Teacha preached “A Friend” is all we really need, nigga
But when trouble struck my Dunbar's number shrunk like balls on Svalbard
Thank God the King of Kings carried me across Sahara
Except the one set of footprints is not the prophet's
Unless that sandal wearing nigga copped some motherfucking Jordans
The one set of footprints match the 1s I'm rocking
Though, I always had a Queen of Queens who brought me water
A Queen who's never “Closed On Sunday”
And whose arms are strong like Popeye's
When all I saw was darkness
My solace was my Momma
[Outro]
I hate the new Kanye
I hate the new Kanye
I hate the new Kanye
He's awesome
The thing that causes religion is a class war
If there were no rich, and no poor, if everyone were equal
Religion would be soon to disappear
People only develop religion when they're unhappy with this world
[Verse 1]
Why teach the Negroes to fish and set them free?
When you can hook them up with fish perpetually
And why string them up from trees and stain the leaves?
When you can lynch their self-esteem and makе them sheep
Lock away the brave among thеse savage beasts to tame them
So that ADOS may retain their slave mentality for ages
Have them change that wavy wavy for a ratchet weave from Asia
Can't parade what nature gave you 'less you're naturally Caucasian
In this day and age we're still talking 'bout race (what the fuck, nigga?)
Segregating based on shade of beige (it's fucked up, nigga)
Saying it's a small price to pay (but it's much bigger)
Separate but equal ain't the way (we are one, nigga)
Martin Luther King was quite a popular figure
Apart from Hoover, when he gave a speech nobody was triggered
But when he started talking Benjamins, they bodied my nigga
That's why we gotta come together to embody that nigga
Somebody tell the NOI race is really class
Tell them wealth is the divide, not your creed or caste
If we intend to win this fight and be free at last
Then as well as civil rights, what we need is cash
[Chorus]
Cash, cash, cash, nigga
Gotta get the bag, nigga
Stacks, racks, bands, nigga
Money, moolah, math, nigga
Saving if we can, nigga
Aiding those who can't, nigga
Straight up Dame Dash, nigga
Gain and give back, nigga (gain and give back)
Gotta give back (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Muhammad is malik and “JESUS IS KING”
Both of them rallied to free us from sin
And showed how to banish the demons within
A perennial path for ephemeral beings
But soon enough we'll rot in caskets, and there's nothing after
You're saying there's something after? Well, “YOU AIN'T GOT THE ANSWERS”
And as an atheist I'm just as clueless
I'm the same as you…but without the bullshit
BS is butter to me, my facts can cut right through it
I puncture PC like Patrice when I speak the fucking truth, bitch
God's a typhoon, nigga, then a breeze, nigga
He blows you, nigga, then He blows me, nigga
Liberal when He with us, but He fickle as the wind, nigga
Like The Teacha preached “A Friend” is all we really need, nigga
But when trouble struck my Dunbar's number shrunk like balls on Svalbard
Thank God the King of Kings carried me across Sahara
Except the one set of footprints is not the prophet's
Unless that sandal wearing nigga copped some motherfucking Jordans
The one set of footprints match the 1s I'm rocking
Though, I always had a Queen of Queens who brought me water
A Queen who's never “Closed On Sunday”
And whose arms are strong like Popeye's
When all I saw was darkness
My solace was my Momma
[Outro]
I hate the new Kanye
I hate the new Kanye
I hate the new Kanye
He's awesome