Baptiste by The Lord's Finest

The nerve of this civil servant house Negro

Young and Brown with the badge but a fake ass hero

I  Can tell how he walk he never had no coochie  

Hell by the the way he walk he might be the coochie  

No Homo

You see I'm in here and he out there

But it's Evident to me this brother don't care 

That I am the oppressed nevertheless he continues his oppression 

Of everyone like him that's of the same flesh

What a mess 

Damn my brother they tricked you with the foolery

Truth be told you work for me  

Now dig this as me reads out loud his eulogy 

When I'm hungry you must feed me 

When i calls you must come to me 

Showers and mail you must provide to me 

My pride and my soul you can never take from me 

And when it's time for court you must escort me 

With your arm in mine as you stand behind 

But when that judge looks at you and then me too 

He sees not one nigga but two