Black Code Suite LL COOL J (Ft. Sona Jobarteh)

[Verse 1: LL COOL J]
Look at mama, she's in the kitchen
She’s swingin' her hips and dippin' the chicken in flour
She got the music, it’s bumpin'
I smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower
A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce
Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans
Engrained in your brain without a meme
Like it's a precinct burnin' up on the screen
The operation is flagrant 'til reparations, we take 'em
And we been patiently waitin'
And for cake, we be scrapin' until it’s late in the A.M.
When you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate ’til they pay 'em
Your body swayin’, you listen what I'm sayin'
Don't want that AK-K-K commence to sprayin’
OG Mind Freak, you cannot enslave 'em
And if the tables ever turn, you know nothin' can save him
The sensation burnin' like Louisiana cajun
The faint aroma somebody is blazin' to bring the day in
Big bro on his way in

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Never forget where you started
'Cause that could be where you end
From a faraway land, we were departed
Tryna find where we began
Mama said there was a code
That we all should abide by
Big man said there was a code
By which we should live and we should die by, by