Crack Music

Kanye West

[Hook]
[Kanye]
That's that crack music n*gga
That real black music n*gga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

[The Game]
That's that crack music n*gga
That real black music n*gga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 1]
[Kanye]
How we stop the black panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that?
What Gil Scott was hearin
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it's like we got Merril-Lynch
And we been hangin from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it
The fiends cop it 
Nowadays they cant tell if that's that good sh*t 
We ain't sure man 
Put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
From the place where the fathers gone, 
The mothers is hardly home 
And the...
Gonna lock us up in a...home
How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes
They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax? 
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical,
Am and Hammer baking soda 
Raised they own quota
Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz--
Cuz dreams of being 'Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman 
Ta bein a president look theres hope man 
This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man, 
Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin.
And this is the soundtrack, 
This tha type of music you make when you round that--
Crack music n*gga, 
That real black music n*gga.

[The Game]
That's that crack music n*gga
That real black music n*gga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

[Kanye]
God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?

La-la-la [etc.]

[Kanye]
That's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

[The Game]
That's that crack music n*gga
That real black music n*gga

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

[Kanye]
That's that crack music, crack music,that real black music, black music

Our father, give us this day our daily bread ...give us these days and take our daily bread, 
See I done did all this ole bullsh*t 
And to attone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit. 
We took that sh*t, measured it and then cooked that sh*t 
And what we gave back was crack music 
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies 
So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies 
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies 
This dark dixon has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it.