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pip skid - i can't front lyrics

[verse one]
the beads used to hang from my neck, red, black and green
plus an african medallion, know what i mean?
in love with people i’ve hardly seen, denying that i’m white
could’ve been that my rap tail was braided too tight
and when i stepped into the pharmacy to get jheri curl juice
the woman whispered “this is only for the negros to use.”
and welcome new shaved me up a 3rd base like mc serch
surrender flag glowing white like the bark of a birch
it only hurts so much and the system gets defensive
hair cut costs ten bucks but it’s really much more expensive
murder and john smith, they used to listen to mobb deep
and pose in the mirror with a pair of my four fronts on their t–th
lip syncing to mac [?] throwing up a gun clap
after a show this guy tells me he only likes white rap
needs a slap
i’m trying to stop the sickness as it spreads
i remember walking around brandon in fake dreads
being confronted
this dude should’ve squashed me like zucchini
leaving filthy tags all over and calling it graffiti
stealing al b. sure out on my rap tape hunt
now i’m still in effect but yo i ain’t gonna front

[hook]
{french}
i wanted to be down {x8}

[verse two]
this limp that i acquired, it was not an injury
word up was my window to the rap industry
wrote the donald d fan club, but n0body answered back
and i forgave the crew when everlast dropped ‘i got the knack’
wishing i was black
but never challenged my fears
ran out and got hoops pierced into both of my ears
getting called a “f-g”, whitey’s burden ain’t that hard to carry
my mom trying to throw out my by all means necessary
step dad yelling, “cut out the african jungle sh-t”
took a long time to figure out why i didn’t fit
a bud bundy, zebrahead, hot dog bun
with inside-out overalls on with one strap undone
reading malcolm x, listen to x-clan and nice & smooth
craving black attention like i got something to prove
look at me, look at me, i’m not like all the rest
i kinda sound like beastie boys, house of pain or farm fresh
i won’t front, i used to rock la raiders gear
but now it’s much more clear, the white race traitor is here

[hook]

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