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  • Lil Tecca – Ransom (Remix) Lyrics

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    [Intro: Lil Tecca]
    Turn you to a dancer
    Yeah
    Internet Money, bitch

    [Chorus: Lil Tecca]
    I got black, I got white, what you want?
    Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
    I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
    They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
    I know that I’m gone
    They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some
    I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
    I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
    And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

    [Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD]
    I got red, I got blue, what you want?
    The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
    She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
    I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
    I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
    I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
    The opps, they tryna line me ’cause they hate the place I’m from
    But them niggas don’t know me, they just know the place I’m from
    I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
    But you ain’t want me last year (Uh-huh), so just get up out my face
    They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
    I know they want my downfall, lil’ nigga, are you laced? (Yeah)

    [Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
    I got black, I got white, what you want?
    Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom (Phantom)
    I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb (I ain’t dumb)
    They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom (For ransom)
    I know that I’m gone
    They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
    I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
    I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner (Oh)
    And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

    [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
    I’m in it to win it, I’ma be the best, yes sir
    Started from the bottom, I ain’t had no one, yes sir
    Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner
    Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer
    I got hard, I got soft, whatchu’ want?
    Since the day that I’ve been on, they been blowing up my phone
    I can’t hear ’em, I got all this loud in my lungs
    Thumbin’ through these blue faces while I’m smoking on runts
    Uh, I’m in the hills (Ooh, yeah), count them bills (Ooh, yeah)
    All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)
    Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)
    Now the crib look like Bel-Air, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
    Money big, Uncle Phil
    Twin Glocks, feelin’ lil’
    Niggas hate, Uncle Tom
    Spin them off me, carousel
    Get ’em off me, go to hell
    Silencer, kill ’em soft
    Tecca’ll take you for ransom, me I’ll put you in a coffin

    [Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
    I got black, I got white, what you want?
    Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
    I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
    They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
    I know that I’m gone
    They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
    I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
    I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
    And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah


  • Talib Kweli & Styles P – In The Field (The Seven Album)

    [Intro: Malcolm X]
    There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro, the house negro they lived in the house, with master
    The house negro if master said we got a good house here the house negro said "yeah we got a good house here" whenever the master said we you said we that’s how you can tell a house negro if the master got sick the house negro will say "whats the matter boss, we sick?" We sick!?!
    That was that house negro in those days he was called a house nigga and that’s what we call them today cause we still got some house niggas running around here

    [Verse 1: Styles P]
    Yeah it’s black on black crime but it’s blue on black crime
    Police killin’ the brown man and doing no time
    The judge is a Nazi, but he ain’t in the Klan
    The jail’s the plantation they spread it across the land
    I’m thinkin’ what will that change?
    If big industry money pays for campaigns (think about it)
    I know the 1 percenters lovin’ that the gov run the people
    But people should run the government
    The day of reckonin’ is when the sleep wakes up
    And the 99 percenters can really cake up
    I ain’t go to Harvard or Yale, I went to jail
    But hold a horse that’s pale, and the slave ship sails
    It ain’t on water, but I know who’s steerin’ it
    The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
    My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
    His agenda is pathetic

    [Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
    I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
    I be in the field, I be in the field

    [Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
    Yeah there’s black on black crime
    But there’s white on white crime
    When you adjust for population all the numbers they align
    So why we never hear white on white on the nightly news?
    Ain’t no profitin’ over criminalizin’ white dudes
    Poverty breeds criminals but watch what you call me
    Because if I’m a criminal what about bankers on Wall Street?
    Or the fast food industry that be feeding us horse meat?
    Been this way since in the fields picking sugar or coffee nigga
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field
    Probably with the steel now they got me on the wheel
    With the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
    We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
    Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
    We movin’ weight it’s a mistake to get money and make it free
    They’ll lock up Jesus when they see wooly hair and burnt feet
    If you a felon you a slave, remember the thirteenth, nigga

    [Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
    I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
    I be in the field, I be in the field

    [Verse 3: Styles P]
    I thought Barack could have been a spook who sat by the door
    But he signed a dark act middle finger to the law
    Now I gotta get a foreign plan to eat raw
    But I wouldn’t be surprised if they killed me on tour
    Life is a bitch, America is a whore
    Get sick and try to see this little picture I draw
    You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
    You already half-dead from the food that’s in the stores

    [Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
    Ghost these rappers ain’t better tellin’ tales so tall
    A whole industry of employees pretendin’ that they the boss
    Niggas that you thought was official is fallin’ off
    Shit ain’t been the same since the ’95 Source
    Every breath that we take is a threat, they pissed off
    If we alive we get put in the system and get lost
    My mother scared for us, prepared for the loss
    But sayin’ shit like if you die make sure you got on clean drawers

    [Hook]
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
    I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
    I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
    If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
    I be in the field, I be in the field

    [Outro: Malcolm X]
    I’m a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom, the house negro, to keep the field negroes in check the same old slave master today has negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Tom’s to keep you and me in check, keep us passive and peaceful
    It’s like when you go to the dentist and the man is gon’ take your tooth. you gon’ bite him when he start pulling, so they squirt some stuff in your jaw called Novocaine to make you think they not doing anything to you. So you sit there and cause you got all that Novocaine in your jaw you suffer, peacefully