Runaway Sambo Songtext
von Hell Razah
Runaway Sambo Songtext
They got a bounty on my head, and a tag for your toe
I′m here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go
Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44
Every time I pull it out it′s, "Fuck Jim Crow"
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big-
It′s like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big App-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big Apple
I'm just a runaway slave, these devils can't tackle
We slipping out of handcuffs, and breaking out of shackles
I′m Nat Turner, in the mind of a time capsule
We not no Buckwheats or Little Grass Roots
Or Different Strokes, or whatever have you
A little fame, a record deal, don′t make it freedom
If man don't live by bread alone, how we gon′ feed 'em?
So I choose to bring ′em truth, about the sea of Edom
But they swift with cunning words, and they still deceive 'em
Your best rapper screaming, "Yes, massa," when they beat him
Chris Columbus came with a fungus
Recognize y′all strength in numbers
They went from cowboys to bounty hunters
The F.B.I.'s hopping out of Hummers
Taking your kids, and your grandmothers
Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers
Abraham Lincolns, and nigga lovers
They try to tell me I can't blow
Cause I ain′t tap dancing like Sambo
My pants low, from that black market commando
I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts
Whoever ain′t runaway slaves will get snatched
While there's wars in Lebanon, I write it like King David in Psalms
See I was born to the horns of Saraphon
It′s Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares, and chasing Uncle Toms
El Razi-el, code name be Metatron
I got 'em open like dope veins, for Methadone
Without a right to bear arms, I′m mentally the Don
You can't fuck with the God, he′s seven bars beyond
They love to hate it, and translate it, and read it wrong
My definition is non-fiction, I rhyme different
Than your everyday rap gimmick, design image
You invented a clone, a DNA digit
They try to tell me I can't blow
Cause I ain't tap dancing like Sambo
My pants low, from that black market commando
I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts
Whoever ain′t runaway slaves will get snatched
They got a bounty on my head, and a tag for your toe
I′m here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go
Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44
Every time I pull it out it′s, "Fuck Jim Crow"
I′m here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go
Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44
Every time I pull it out it′s, "Fuck Jim Crow"
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big-
It′s like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big App-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the-
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it′s the Big Apple
I'm just a runaway slave, these devils can't tackle
We slipping out of handcuffs, and breaking out of shackles
I′m Nat Turner, in the mind of a time capsule
We not no Buckwheats or Little Grass Roots
Or Different Strokes, or whatever have you
A little fame, a record deal, don′t make it freedom
If man don't live by bread alone, how we gon′ feed 'em?
So I choose to bring ′em truth, about the sea of Edom
But they swift with cunning words, and they still deceive 'em
Your best rapper screaming, "Yes, massa," when they beat him
Chris Columbus came with a fungus
Recognize y′all strength in numbers
They went from cowboys to bounty hunters
The F.B.I.'s hopping out of Hummers
Taking your kids, and your grandmothers
Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers
Abraham Lincolns, and nigga lovers
They try to tell me I can't blow
Cause I ain′t tap dancing like Sambo
My pants low, from that black market commando
I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts
Whoever ain′t runaway slaves will get snatched
While there's wars in Lebanon, I write it like King David in Psalms
See I was born to the horns of Saraphon
It′s Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares, and chasing Uncle Toms
El Razi-el, code name be Metatron
I got 'em open like dope veins, for Methadone
Without a right to bear arms, I′m mentally the Don
You can't fuck with the God, he′s seven bars beyond
They love to hate it, and translate it, and read it wrong
My definition is non-fiction, I rhyme different
Than your everyday rap gimmick, design image
You invented a clone, a DNA digit
They try to tell me I can't blow
Cause I ain't tap dancing like Sambo
My pants low, from that black market commando
I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts
Whoever ain′t runaway slaves will get snatched
They got a bounty on my head, and a tag for your toe
I′m here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go
Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44
Every time I pull it out it′s, "Fuck Jim Crow"
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