[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir]
That's that crack music,✦ nigga✦
That real black music,✦ nigga✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la,✦ la-la-la✦
That's that crack music,✦ nigga✦
That real black music,✦ nigga✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la,✦ la-la-la✦
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
From the place where the fathers gone
The mothers is hardly✦ home
And the maricons lock us up in the Audy✦ Home
How the Mexicans say? "We just tryin' to party,✦ holmes"✦
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
Arm & Hammer✦ baking✦ soda,✦ raised✦ they whole quota✦
Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove 'cause
Dreams of being Hova✦
Went from bein' a broke man to bein' a dopeman
To bein' the president—look, there's✦ hope, man
This that inspiration✦ for the Moes and the Folks, man
Shorty✦ come and see his momma✦ straight overdosin'
And this is the soundtrack
This the type of music✦ that you make when you 'round that
[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir]
Crack music,✦ nigga✦
That real black music,✦ nigga✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la,✦ la-la-la✦
That's that crack music,✦ nigga✦
That real black music,✦ nigga✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la,✦ la-la-la✦
[Break: Kanye West]
God, how could you let this happen?✦
[Interlude: Choir]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la✦
La-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la✦
La-la-la✦
[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir]
Ugh, 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✦
That's that crack music,✦ nigga✦
That real black music,✦ nigga✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
La-la-la-la-la-la-la✦
Ugh, 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✦
[Outro: Malik Yusef]
Our Father,✦ give us this day, our daily✦ bread
Before✦ the feds give us these days and take our daily✦ bread
See, I done did all this ol' bullshit
And to atone,✦ I throw a lil' somethin'-somethin' on the pulpit✦
We took that shit, measured it, and then cooked✦ that shit
And what we gave back was crack music✦
And now, we ooze it through they nooks and crannies✦
So our mamas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies✦
And we gon' repo✦ everything they ever✦ took from granny✦
Now, the former✦ slaves✦ trade hooks for Grammys
This dark diction✦ has become✦ America's addiction✦
Those who ain't even✦ black use it
We gon' keep baggin'✦ up this here crack music✦