Sirens (feat. Carlitta Durand)

[Piano for 22 seconds before static breaks in] Are we back on? Let's go (One, two, three, four!) Yo, yo, back in it, back in it "The one thing that, the black audience realized, is when the tower fell There were some changes. There was a change in societies, where where All of a sudden they went from being, somewhat of the people still having a say To now it's, whatever the masses do. So there's not even really a choice That a black audience is being given." [Rapper Big Pooh] They talk about us, not usin the word nigga I wanna speak about a couple issues much bigger Like most black folks live below the poverty line And they wonder why the FUCK we attracted to crime Got niggaz shootin niggaz at the drop of a dime Babies in the street die way before they time Many single parent mothers packin welfare lines And niggaz bein donors, the apocalypse is on us Niggaz take owners, that's all I ever asked And got pegged as a hater, man they tryin to take niggaz Out with the fader, started with three Down to two-six later, back independent Cause to kids I wouldn't cater Go against the system you in bed with Al'Qaeda Dog they not playin Look here, they goin to war with more than rap This our muh'fuckin lives now it's time to fight back [Chorus: Carlitta Durand] They're coming closer for you They're gonna get you while you sleep, watch out! Don't sleep, beware They're coming closer for you And they won't stop 'til you delete, watch out! Don't sleep, beware [Phonte:] Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal Felt sick to the stomach, almost lost his meal Lost friends from way back, and on top of all that They tryin to blame this rap shit for all of our ills Like I can stick you up with a mic Like I can rape you with a verse or use a verb as a knife Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright Like y'all wasn't callin black women hoes befo' "Rappers Delight" Sheeeit~! That's just idiot talk, this whole shit is a farce I refuse to be hip-hop's pallbearer Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off Them ain't videos nigga, that's psychological warfare Too many different variations of the same face Designed to keep yo' broke ass in the same place Somethin else more yo it gots to be for I'm a end transmission cause they watchin me I know they watchin me [Chorus] [Outro:] Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station There is nothing wrong, for we have takin over Come to give y'all the truth Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo YEAH~! [Chorus: as background music fades out]