Field Negro Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9″

[Verse 1] 

You ain't been gettin' this money all your life 

Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice 

Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life 

What happened to art is life? 

All of you kids is in charter school 

And you startin' to do everything in private 

Maybe that's from all of the charter flights 

Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark 

You know this shit is bound to come out eventually 

Underneath all the lights 

Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights 

Degrade him all his life 

Rape his daughter, his wife 

Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait 

We wasn't even allowed to pray 

Let alone read or write 

People like Cube opened them doors and politically correct negroes 

Like you, close 'em to keep your ice 

Clap for 'em 

They make you feel like they love you there 

Your whole platform could swim with the fishes 

Like huggy bear 

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[Interlude] 

Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. Right. You won't say anything on anyone's behalf at this point? 

[Verse 2] 

You ain't been gettin' riches ya whole life 

Oh, you done forgot? 

The oven door open on the stove in the kitchen 

To heat up the house 'cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right? 

Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away 

Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed 

Every artist in the game are phony 

Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back 

And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top 

To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats 

The plight of the miserable wasted talent 

Only guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit 

This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged 

Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced 

My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man 

Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed 

And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights 

Should lose the use of his right and left leg" 

They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did it 

They said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for more 

I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face 

Stayed at the door 

I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin' 

I did it my way without all the complainin' 

And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale 

For the validation of all the bloggers 

And all the same gay ass awards 

Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards 

We are livin' inside the same hell 

And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven 

But we are lyrically not on the same level 

I'm scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters 

I'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar 

I'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the belt 

And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans 

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[Interlude] 

A house negro look at you and say 

"Man you quick, what you mean separate? 

Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this?" Or is that house negro? In those days he was called a house nigga 

And what's we call him today, we still got some house niggers runnin' around here 

[Verse 3] 

You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way up 

Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in 

When you were starvin' with nothing, when it was stripes on all The canned goods in your closets and cupboards 

You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler 

My grind Shawn Carter as fuck 

I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut 

Plus, none of these artist can beat me 

I'm Truman and Christ on the Noah's Ark on the waters of Fiji 

I'm truly the type that'd push your wig farther than BC 

Leave your brains all over the street 

My heart's on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of Eden 

And start a new species, please, you know my steez 

How you got a team and you ain't got loyalty? 

How is y'all the kings and you ain't got royalties? 

I been around homicides since Marky D 

Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez 

[Verse 4] 

Children is dyin', women is cryin' 

We under attack, fool 

What a better time to be famous, black and impactful 

Name somethin' better to come together as one to react to 

Shit we still comin' back from a checkered past like lumber jack suits 

You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you 

If you don't kneel with Kaep, it's simple math 

They cannot run it past you 

Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamate 

Off our inner hate 

We oblige, so they make the riches, we don't rise 

They just keep us high 

Product of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a nigga 

I do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin' 

Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacin', just so I can make a decision 

Keep a honorable spirit, with not a whole lot of faith to distribute 

They took the scriptures away and replaced it after makin' they own racist revisions 

They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit to take away shit to rig it 

I'm pretty sure they maker is livid 

They racist, they bigots 

What's Christian about that? 

The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed 

They should wake up every day and pray to the nature of business 

Fuck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons at the expense of creatin' division 

The Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paper but it's gon' prob'ly take me a minute 

I much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prism 

Assumin' the information is real, then play for a racist with a racist agenda 

I hate you niggas, bow figures 

The misappropriation of wisdom got you slaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills, house nigga 

I rather get hit with a Patriot missile than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism 

They say a broke' clock is right two times, but it's never accurate 

Truth time, okay 

If some of us don't have time, some of us have time 

Some of us perform in the half time 

Some of us boycottin' half time 

Some of us standin' up 

Some of us sittin' down 

Reparations will never get back to us 

They'll forever just laugh at us 

I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth 

Go ahead and try to trace your roots, that shit is rather miraculous 

Them niggas took away the message and mess with the message in it 

Embellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us