The Anti Nigga Manifesto
2/19/2005 1:49 am
By Prince Akbar aka Jus Rhymz
In order to avoid any law suits,
Or accusations of plagiarism
Similar to New York Times reporter Jason Blair,
Please be advised
That the nigga
Who robbed me on June 5th, 2003
Contributed to the creation
Of this poem.
The Anti Nigga Manifesto
Newsflash nigga's!
I know you're out there
Dumb as hell
High as heaven
Robbed my afrocentric ass on the subway
Where the reverend and the bow tie brethren don't patrol at night
Where the NAACP top donators don't take a stroll at night
Where the serve and protect squad cars won't ride at night
Where the civil rights protesters stay at home safe inside at night
Nigga
I bear witness
To the existence of you
I now pledge alliance to the resistance of you
Out of denial
Awaken from sleep
I can envision you independent of me
See,
Somehow I mistook your brain as functional
Thought I could
Carter G Woodson teach the nigga out
Final call subscription bean pie addiction eat the nigga out
Jehovah witness early in the morning try to preach the nigga out
Got me sad to say this but we might have to LA NYPD beat the nigga out
I'm ditching the afro
Call me a hypocrite
Sportin a low cut
Cause black fist can't grip the shit
Unless its bullproof
Fuck a dashiki
Cause nigga's will shoot you
And rap about it on bet
If you're screaming devil
When you see Thomas Jefferson
You ain't seen shit
Cause nigga's will molest your baby
And ask for hugs from heaven son
Nigga's will do drive by's
Bumping Dead Prez and Mos Def
Wearing a For Us By Us hoodie
Apathetic to causing death
Thank god
Nigga's ain't fighting for reparations
Cause if the checks get cut
I'm making preparations
Fuck a currency exchange
Direct deposit my shit like Caucasians
I'm buying a pistol too
Cause the ACLU can't do shit at cash stations
Once upon a time
Nigga's was like UFO's
Only rednecks from far away saw them negroes
I was too educated
To eager to discuss sociology
To caught up in debating the linguistic roots of the nigga in terminology
I didn't believe it was possible
Until my politically correct ass was sent to the hospital
1 lost street fight and 4 stitches later
I joined the war against the ghettos Al Queda
I'm talking to the Don Juan type nigga's who pimp us
The Ku Klux Klan with a tan type nigga's who lynch us
The home invading Santa Claus type nigga's who present us
Nothing but funerals
Death
And nighttime news stress
We been fuckin with you since the panthers left
Ain't got shit but a record labels t shirt
Fake chain
And babies we can't feed
Unemployed yet boasting of your greed in music
Nigga the only thing I see blinging on you is excuses
I thought this Cristol and these 20's was free like
I thought this Rockefeller law didn't mean me right
I thought my white suburban CD lovers would be like
Nigga we got cho back
But no one is gonna come aid your
Car jackin train mugging
Grown ass teen loving
Job quitting ass sitting
Do for self quote forgetting
Cake selling proud felon
Scratched up bootleg cd selling
Emcee dissin can't name 1 fuckin politician
Gas station cash register taking
Bacon eating parole violating
Thugged out ass
Nigga im past you
And when i past through
Don't even head nod
Handshake
Or say brotha
Bra
Claim my state
City area code
Set
Block
Church
Mosque
Barbershop
Nigga
Don't even give Mother Africa props
I've evolved past you like jerry curls to dred locks
8 tracks to mp3's
8 millimeter films to dvd's
Nigga you are separate to me and mine
As the fans who consume your sounds
And idolize your rhyme!