Killing Me Softly: Deadly Code of Silence Sister Souljah (Ft. Ice Cube)
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[Intro]
"The First Amendment specifies specifically that Congress shall not-"
"Come on, nigga! What they hell you talkin' about?"
"That means you can say whatever the fuck you want!"
[Spoken: Sister Souljah]
George Bush is a terrorist
(Oh my, it's that woman again, Sister Souljah)
He create terror in the minds, hearts and neighborhoods of black people
(Oh God, she just doesn't shut up)
White teachers'll never teach black children how to survive in America
(She's always complaining, complaining, and complaining)
Because black kids gotta compete against white kids
(And she doesn't shut up, I wish she would just shut up!)
And white people want their kids to win
[Verse One: Ice Cube]
Sister Souljah, hold your fucking ground like I told ya
Cause them crackers them try to run ya over
Sitting in front of my house in a Nova
On your walkie-talkie, why do you stalk me?
Cause the jungle bunny's got money, that's not funny to the feds
Cut my curl and I might grow dreads
Taking heads, devil, step in the pulpit
Cause non-violence: that's a bunch of bullshit
In '92, Ice Cube come a little bit blacker
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck down the cracker
See ya driving in your Cadillac-er
Through South Central and I just might jack ya
"The First Amendment specifies specifically that Congress shall not-"
"Come on, nigga! What they hell you talkin' about?"
"That means you can say whatever the fuck you want!"
[Spoken: Sister Souljah]
George Bush is a terrorist
(Oh my, it's that woman again, Sister Souljah)
He create terror in the minds, hearts and neighborhoods of black people
(Oh God, she just doesn't shut up)
White teachers'll never teach black children how to survive in America
(She's always complaining, complaining, and complaining)
Because black kids gotta compete against white kids
(And she doesn't shut up, I wish she would just shut up!)
And white people want their kids to win
[Verse One: Ice Cube]
Sister Souljah, hold your fucking ground like I told ya
Cause them crackers them try to run ya over
Sitting in front of my house in a Nova
On your walkie-talkie, why do you stalk me?
Cause the jungle bunny's got money, that's not funny to the feds
Cut my curl and I might grow dreads
Taking heads, devil, step in the pulpit
Cause non-violence: that's a bunch of bullshit
In '92, Ice Cube come a little bit blacker
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck down the cracker
See ya driving in your Cadillac-er
Through South Central and I just might jack ya
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