When these rappers say that they're the "New Pac" I just laugh..
Game made a song on his last album saying when he looks in the mirror he sees 2 Pac.. Pac shot at cops to protect a brother..Game led a peaceful March to the police station and had gangmembers handing out lemonade to cops after a lynching..
The same tough guy that video tapes himself beating up 40 Glock is playing Driving Miss Daisy to white cops..
Imagine a rapper made songs like this today. Pac wasnt perfect but he truly cared about the black race.
To the preacher in the pulpit peep it
If you’re gonna preach about "turn the other cheek" you can keep it
In ’92 nikkas don’t need it
They beating brothers in the streets and you’re talkin’ bout peace
Now ain’t that some fly shyt
Just sit, be quiet, wait to die quick
Listen to y’all, we lost Malcolm and Hampton
Instead of an army we was marching and chanting;
“We shall overcome”
Though we can’t do shyt with a rock and a stick
nikkas better learn to shoot a fukking gun
Motherfukkin punk police (I hear ya!)
Thinkin they run the motherfukkin streets
It's mo' nikkaz than it's police
Think (I hear ya!)
One nikka, teach two nikkaz
teach three nikkaz, teach fo' nikkaz (I hear ya!)
teach mo' nikkaz, and we could run this shyt!
I hear ya!
Now they're after me, why? cuz a nikkas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fukker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was nikkas in the caskets?
Mutha-fukker rednecks all the same
Fear a real nikka if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shyt and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned shyt yet
You mutha-fukkas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nikka fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What nikkas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nikka
But they can't take us alll
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place
[ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off their white faces
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nikka teach two nikkas
three teach four nikkas
And them nikkas teach more nikkas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz