These Are Our Heroes Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

This ain't for everybody 

Y'all know who y'all are 

Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are 

These are our heroes 

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 

Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? 

The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me 

Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 

'Cause they said they played they parts well 

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 

Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 

Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" 

Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 

The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes" 

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Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play 

Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud 

But there's somethin' they don't say 

Keep gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy 

From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe 

First he played his life cool just like Michael 

Now he rock ice too just like I do 

Yo, you can't do better than that? 

The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? 

Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back 

Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you 

You turn around then you shit on Shaq 

Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes 

He love a little butt crack, got enough cash 

Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you 

To do something for the youth, stupid spoof 

But you let them use you as an example 

They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full 

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Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 

Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? 

The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me 

Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 

'Cause they said they played they parts well 

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 

Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 

Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" 

Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 

The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes" 

You Homey The Clown, bow tie, apple pie, Bo Jangles 

But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through 

But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black 

But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque 

You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface 

You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe 

Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it 

Huh, and in the end we all got dicked 

These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot 

Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks 

Sellin' they peoples out some real folks with clout 

Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson 

Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them 

Nicky Giovanni poetical black female 

Jim Brown to the people who sing well from 

Fela to Miriam Makeba 

The mirror says you are the next American leader 

So don't be, acceptin' new 'We are the World' records 

These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records 

'Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC 

But next year, who knows what we'll see? 

Ha-Ha, these are our heroes 

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB 

Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? 

The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me 

Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels 

'Cause they said they played they parts well 

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail 

Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel 

Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" 

Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? 

The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes" 

Yeah, I wanna give a special shout out to the y'know 

The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard 

Big up to Tiger Woods, yeah, ya don't stop 

Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. y'know, yeah, y'know 

Tay Diggs what up my nigga? Yeah, ha ha 

And you don't quit and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit 

Yeah yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie? 

What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper 

Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood 

What type of shit is that? I'm outta here 

Please, excuse me, excuse me, please let me get to my limousine 

I'm outta here, I know, I got a plane to catch 

And I love you back, ha ha, yeah yeah 

And I'm outta here, a-ha ha, peace 

Come on nigga, give back to the hood 

Cocky motherfucker