40 Acres (Explicit)

Written by：Killer Mike/B. Rossi/T.I.

She done put her reparations in a handbag

He done spent his reparations on his swag swag

A black ni**a put your fortunes in a sandbag

Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag

Ain't no leaders only leisure only reapers ain't no sowers

They get higher we get lower damn it's over

If racism ain't in color then it's damn sure in the class

Got the races on each other you got niggas then there's blacks

You got crackers then there's whites separated by the green

After five hundred years think we play for the same team

Smokescreen make the president the black guy

It ain't no reason why you shouldn't have success right

Forty acres and a muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece now ain't no looking back

Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at

Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' f**kin' fools for forty acres and a mule

Anybody interrupt freedom kill 'em

Word to Robert F. Williams feel 'em

Devil got me sick to my stomach boo

Word to Elijah Muhammad ooh

I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all

Jesus Muhammad ain't coming woo

I'mma tell y'all what the ancestors shoulda done

Did when they seen the first boat coming yeah

Killed every man child woman yeah

Killed every damn thing on it yeah

Killed everything if it looked European send it back to the Queen like ho

You ever step your foot in Kemet b**ch we slit your throat

We send them funny f**k boy preacher types back to the pope

F**k is you f**k your Zeus or f**k Medusa

This the school of Shaka Zulu

Fast forward to the future choppa do you

We done dyin' and they cryin' and we screaming hallelujah

When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba f**ker

Forty acres and a Muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece now ain't no looking back

Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at

Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' f**kin' fools for forty acres and a mule

Load up my clip off a Zimmerman

Filling my pocket with Benjamins

Who the f**k are you I been a man

Them crackers see me oh not him again

Take your a** out the trap middle finger to Trump

F**k the police they crooked as they come

They pull you over and know you legit

Ask you for your license when you reach then they dump

Now the prison yard like the cotton field

House ni**a's snitchin' that's what got 'em killed

Ni**a thought he made it 'cause he got a deal

First album suppo' been outta here

Not quite dude back to selling blow

On some 24s I'mma send it here learn to stay silent

Learn more on these streets then they did in they college

I'm certified don't murder guys

But my niggas still far from civilized

Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case

'Cause a ni**a like they heard it from the king from the king

What you mean b**ch

Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace yeah

Forty acres and a Muller

I spent my reparations on the jeweler

I bought a timepiece now ain't no looking back

Now ask them muthaf**kas what the f**k they looking at

Uh forty acres and a mule forty acres and a mule

These niggas actin' f**kin' fools for forty acres and a mule