The Word “nigger” is nothing like “nigga”
Don’t sound shit alike
Like Game like Jigga
One came before the other
Like aim and pull the trigger
One is slain for my brother
One is hanging, take a picture
The rope ain’t tight enough, he still alive, go fix it
Pour some gasoline on ’em, call his daughters Black bitches
Make ’em pick cotton, while they momma cleaning up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees, that’s the cotton they was pickin’
If Dr. King marched today, would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would, but would Hillary take part?
Great minds think great thoughts
Pictures I paint, make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cuz when it rains, it pours, I need Rihanna’s “Umbrella”
For Coretta Scott’s teardrops
When she got the phone call that the future just took a fuckin’ headshot…
I wonder why Jesse Jackson ain’t catch him before his body dropped…
Would he give me the answer? Probably not…”
The Game from “Letter To The King” off the album L.A.X.
Game uses the names to drop some questions worth a deeper glance. Makes you think of that Boondocks episode. And here’s a question: Why does it seem like every one else has an easier time of molding social commentary into musical delights than Nas this year?