Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kanye West
Vocals
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Indiggo Twins
Sampled Artist
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Quincy Jones
Songwriter
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Songwriter
Bill Summers
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Caiphus Semenya
Songwriter
Mihaela Modorcea
Songwriter
Gabriela Modorcea
Songwriter
Larry Griffin, Jr.
Songwriter
Joel Rosenbaum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Producer
S1
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Matthew Arnold
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bloody murder, murder, bloody murder, murder-murder-murder
Bloody murder-murder-murder-murder
Bloody murder-murder-mur
[Verse 2]
Paper read, murder, black on black murder
Paper read, murder, black on black murder
[Verse 3]
Uh, this is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade ****, we on the same team
Giving you respect I expect the same thing
All black everything, **** you know my fresh code
I'm out here fighting for you, don't increase my stress load
**** watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people, when you see me see you
[Verse 4]
And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking at the news like damn I was just with him after school
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a 'I could die any day' type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot repping his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty-one souls murdered in fifty hours
[Verse 5]
The paper read murder, black on black murder
The paper read murder, black on black murder again
[Verse 6]
Murder again
[Verse 7]
Is it genocide?
'Cause I can still hear his mama cry
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face about piranha sized
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago
[Verse 8]
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real **** just multiply
And they say by 21, I was supposed to die
So I'm out here celebrating my post demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to ensure your survival
You're gon' end up pulling down **** that look just like you
What up blood, what up cuz, It's all black, I love us
[Verse 9]
The paper read murder, black on black murder
The paper read murder, black on black murder, again
Black on black murder, again
Black on black murder, again
[Verse 10]
It's a celebration of black excellence, black tie, black Maybachs
[Verse 11]
Black excellence, opulence, decadence
Tuxes next to the president, I'm present
I dress in Dries, and other boutique stores in Paris
In sheepskin coats I silence the lambs
Do you know who I am, Clarice?
No cheap cologne, whenever I sh sh
Success never smelled so sweet
I stink of success, the new black elite
They say my black card bears the mark of the beast
I repeat, my religion is the beat
My verse is like church, my Jesus piece
Now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few blacks, the higher I go
What's up to Will, shout out to O
That ain't enough, we gonna need a million more
Kick in the door, Biggie flow
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
[Verse 12]
Yeah it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
From parolees to hold G's, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG's
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What's the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
What's the life expectancy for black guys?
The system's working effectively, that's why
I'll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
'Cause ain't nothing on the news but the blues
Hit the mall pick up some Gucci
Now ain't nothing new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You're the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So lets savor this moment and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours
Written by: Avery Chambliss, Avery Chambliss William Jerome, Caiphus Semenya, Gabriela Modorcea, Kanye West, Kasseem Dean, Larry Griffin, Jr., Mihaela Modorcea, Shawn Carter