2020 BET Hip Hop Awards - Political Cypher BET (Ft. CHIKA, Flawless Real Talk, Jack Harlow, Polo G & Rapsody)
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Twelve, want you to know, I hate you more than you hate me
They really the threat, but that's how they try and portray me
When you spit the truth they try to view it as hate speech
Chi-town outspoken, hope they don't try to Ye me
They quick to say you crazy when you waking up and question 'em
Like, "Tell us, is this virus really fake or what?"
Segregation, paper, genocide, we had to take enough, can't wait for them to change
Got to show that we got faith in us, *****
Nobody in danger than a ******* Black man in this country
Tеll us about our Black lives like what's another ***** to a *****
A hundrеd years ago, they would've hung me
Went from sheets to badges just to harass, kill and stomp me
Make pops leave the crib and turn our grandmas to junkies
Make mama not want a job 'cause she get food stamps monthly
Kill leaders to misguide us, RIP Doctor Sebi and Martin Luther
Mentality, Malcolm, front and center in this revolution
[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Yeah
I said I'm that girl, fat girl, Black girl, all 'em
They seeing problems, maybe we can solve 'em
People held they breathe, projected winning onto Rodham
But history repeats, we got to peach in state who balding, yeah
So now we summon all the spirits of the Baldwins
The Malcoms and the Kings, freedom ringing when we call 'em
People in the street they tryna vindicate the fallen
Tryna find our way back, reparations, payback
My money go to grieving to mothers, I don't need a Maybach
My drive is dedicated to my people under attack
Been rapping about this same oppression back then on an A-track
In hopes that every melanated person get to lay back, yeah
And we gon' get it come hell or the high water
Expecting peace, a delusional tall order
'Cause we ain't free 'til it apply to every man
We gon' kneel until we finally get to stand
Twelve, want you to know, I hate you more than you hate me
They really the threat, but that's how they try and portray me
When you spit the truth they try to view it as hate speech
Chi-town outspoken, hope they don't try to Ye me
They quick to say you crazy when you waking up and question 'em
Like, "Tell us, is this virus really fake or what?"
Segregation, paper, genocide, we had to take enough, can't wait for them to change
Got to show that we got faith in us, *****
Nobody in danger than a ******* Black man in this country
Tеll us about our Black lives like what's another ***** to a *****
A hundrеd years ago, they would've hung me
Went from sheets to badges just to harass, kill and stomp me
Make pops leave the crib and turn our grandmas to junkies
Make mama not want a job 'cause she get food stamps monthly
Kill leaders to misguide us, RIP Doctor Sebi and Martin Luther
Mentality, Malcolm, front and center in this revolution
[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Yeah
I said I'm that girl, fat girl, Black girl, all 'em
They seeing problems, maybe we can solve 'em
People held they breathe, projected winning onto Rodham
But history repeats, we got to peach in state who balding, yeah
So now we summon all the spirits of the Baldwins
The Malcoms and the Kings, freedom ringing when we call 'em
People in the street they tryna vindicate the fallen
Tryna find our way back, reparations, payback
My money go to grieving to mothers, I don't need a Maybach
My drive is dedicated to my people under attack
Been rapping about this same oppression back then on an A-track
In hopes that every melanated person get to lay back, yeah
And we gon' get it come hell or the high water
Expecting peace, a delusional tall order
'Cause we ain't free 'til it apply to every man
We gon' kneel until we finally get to stand
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