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dred scott - swingin' from the tree lyrics

[intro]
check, check, check, check
check it, unh, unh
wh-ssup wit the dred wit the dred

[verse 1]
once upon a time in da land of da flow
a wet behind the ears young kid didn’t know
the wicked ways of the world; when the time came
a young native son learned to play the rhyme game
through his brown eyes catchin’ hate from the blue eyes
a golden rule to teach a young jigaboo some new lies
took his anger out on the pencil and the pad
to give the oral presentation when i see the brother flaunt it
on the max smooth tip movin’ swift because he got to clean the garbage out the ears of his peers wit the brain damage
even the ones who said they knew the ways to fight the eyes that were blue the kid said “nah, what you need to do is
think, think, before you point your finger
heed the word that’s comin’ from the west side swinger
watch who you callin’ ‘devil’ on the level when i’m tellin’ ya
that the african chief was the first one to sell you
up the river, without the paddle
to the plantation, workin like cattle
try to get away your man with the paddle is the tattletale
young black male rollin’ with the underground railroad”
he’s on his way to the promised land takin’ about 400 years to make it and he don’t understand:
he love the slavemaster for rapin’
his mother
’cuz if a sister’s dark, then the brotha
shove her
aside and at the same time they say they got the black pride
as long as his girlfriend is light skinned with green eyes
a long time to learn the truth
yes it took me not the oreo i always been the chocolate chip cookie
so go ‘head, mr. uncle tom try the white man flex and see

[hook]
you’re still swingin’ from the tree right next to me
swingin’ from the tree right next to me
still swingin’ from the tree right next to me
swingin’ from the tree right next to me
swingin’

[adriana evans (over dred scott)]
(unh unh keep goin’, it keeps goin’, it keeps on, and ya don’t stop and ya don’t stop and ya don’t stop)
“well, i’m not really black, y’know, my grandmother’s grandmother was irish. and then on my father’s side, i think my great-great-great-grandfather was part native american?”

[verse 2]
checkin’ off my black cultural deficit
my man upstairs ask him if he’s ever gonna give the power to the people and he said “you got the power but you can’t plant a seed and let the weed choke the flower in the garden”
that’s like the food you can’t reach
now you know they pay the janitors more than the teacher
to lead a horse to water but they don’t make it drink
and i can give the brother knowledge but i can’t make him think
that if we’re all in the same boat and the ship is sinkin’
the upper cl-ss n-gg-s sittin’ in the front is still goin’ down
the hustlers sittin’ in the back are still goin’ down
the crack fiend sittin’ in the middle are goin’ down
the uncle toms trying to swim are goin’ down
the white folks trying to sink the boat are goin’ down too
so why don’t you take a look around, you
and check check check check it out
[?] no matter how much clorox you drink
and how much ya charge to make [?] a kink
that no one’s getting a noose around ya neck in your light skinned ecstacy

swingin’ from the tree right next to me
swingin’ from the tree right next to me
still swingin’ from the tree right next to me
swingin’ from the tree right next to me

[adriana evans (over dred scott)]
(ha haaaa~ yeah)

“when i’m in the sun i’m really really light, y’know, but then i have — i can’t really get in the sun because my skin, like, burns, y’know? i’m part egyptian and aborigine, y’know?”
(check, check, check)

(once upon a time in da land of da flow
a wet behind the ears young kid didn’t know
the wicked ways of the world; when the time came
a young native son learned to play the rhyme game)

“well you should’ve seen me when i was a little girl, i was, like, really really light, y’know? and when i was born my eyes were blue, and then they just kinda turned dark, y’know? and, oh my god my mother, she looks really, really white. and people really sometimes they think that i’m, like, italian or, ‘yknow, i’m like a different race or something? it’s really confusing but — i’m not really black! y’know, and i don’t understand why people, like, trip when i say that i’m not black! i mean it’s all just so stupid, don’t you think? i mean, y’know, i really look kinda different, y’know, and — i, i don’t speak like a black person or anything, so i don’t understand, like, what the problem is! i mean, it’s just so stupid!”

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