House Nigga Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Let me see, let me see 

How should I start 

If I say stop the violence, I won't chart 

Maybe I should write some songs like Mozart 

'Cause many people don't believe rap is an art 

Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive 

Blastmaster KRS-One will revive 

Four or five million still deprived 

When out to survive, wake up and realize 

Some people say I am a rap missionary 

Some people say I am a walking dictionary 

Some people say I am truly legendary 

But what I am is simply a black revolutionary 

I write rhymes on plain stationary 

Mary, Mary, quite contrary 

Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary 

Uncle Tom house niggaz, too scary 

So they can't be around, I don't do this 

For every Jesus, there must be a Judas 

It's the concept of the house nigga, field nigga 

The house nigga will sell you up the river 

So to massa, he'll look bigger 

And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither 

But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga 

Pull the trigger and his head I'll deliver 

To the court of righteous people 

Black, white, or Indian, we're all equal 

So all ya racist codes I'll decode, explode 

And eat you like apple pie a la mode 

On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks 

Cause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks 

All afternoon in the classroom, in the living room 

In the bathroom, in the swimming pool 

On a footstool, then I'll stop -- nope, April fools! 

Whip out the baseball bat and somehow 

March your racist butt to Moscow 

Ya know what I'm saying? 

Are there any, are there any intelligent people in the house? 

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What can I say, o ye of little faith 

To think that KRS-One has surely been erased 

What a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race 

They're confused and misplaced 

My words are subliminal, sometimes metaphysical 

I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? I'll start dissin you 

I go philosophical by topical 

Hearin the call, ignorant, hot tropical 

Ya want a palm tree and nice dope shade? 

Only if the universal law is obeyed 

Which is "know thyself" for better mental health 

Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealth 

On my shelf I got titles 

Other artists want belts and idols 

World cups from seminars and conventions 

Competition and not to mention 

The award shows for pimps and hoes 

And every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes 

KRS knows, so he just grows 

Always sayin somethin different from the average Joe's 

So I confront them with the biggest chain 

but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain 

So I'll remain free while you reign, I'm lovin it 

You be the king and I'll overthrow your government 

Send your crew to Berlin or Dublin 

I'll out-think em, chump em, and shrink em 

Down to ya size, despite the cries 

In the face of intelligence, ignorance dies 

Dear, it's simple edutainment 

Rap needed a teacher, so I became it 

Rough and ready, the beats are very steady 

With lyrics sharp as a machete 

Clap, there's another house niggaz neck 

Another soft Unlce Tom crew is in check 

Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected 

By KRS-One, produced and directed 

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