Crabs in a barrel ass nikkas right on cue
But....but....he made that type of music years ago!
So the fukk what?
Dudes matured and awakened to the fukk shyt that's gone on, nothing can take away from the real he's been speaking as of late. Swear nikkas fukking make me sick, someone tries to be positive and build and the first thing y'all do is tear him down and cherry pick reasons to shyt on him. fukkin monkey ass nikkas all y'all do is throw shyt.
If there was a race war, Wed be the first ones wiped out cuz nikkas are too busy going at each other for any fukkin reason
David Banner has always been awakened. Yes, he made some records that people might lump into the "ignorant" category. Yes, he's made records that were misogynist, but Banner's also made music like this his whole career:
(We from a place) Where Medger Evers live and Medger Evers died
(We from a place) What we chokin' on sticky green to get high
(We from a place) Where ya used to come in the summertime
Now y'all don't mention us in ya rhyme, we kin folk
Yeah we broke, some talk with a drawl, but bytch we ball
Runnin through with two tecs screamin, "fukk all y'all!"
We from a place where da rebel flag still ain't burnin'
New schools, but the black kids still ain't learnin' about shyt!
But hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bytch
(Five-oh!) Aw, shyt, throw yo crack in the ditch!
And y'all nikka run, y'all nikka run like Forrest Gump
They got pumps and them crooked cops love to dump
In Mississippi
David Banner, "Mississippi" 2nd verse
Mama ain't got no cash, daddy ain't got no doe
So daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that ho
Man it's hard times, nikkas ain't got shyt
Nothin but billy clubs to they head and they ass kicked
Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in they brain
Man what you expect, America gave us pain
So fukk it, now we thugs, ??? mean drugs
And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em with those slugs
I gave up fake gods, and Jesus don't look like us
Why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot fukk
Devil that's how you made us, hiatus up in the pen
Man we came out blind, that's why we goin back in
But God, I'mma teach 'em, reach 'em up in these streets
Bush, I'm runnin' up in this shyt like a track meet
You murdered, up in Texas where killin' is such a sin
The first month you in office you started killin' again
But shyt, we just some nikkas and that's how the game go
Y'all took us up out the state moved us straight out to Death Row
Y'all may of, made us slaves but never make us your ho
God, you my pimp so let's start exposin' these hoes
Y'all judges some weak pussies, y'all preaches some rapin' fags
These people that made us slaves, these nikkas wavin' they flags
America ain't shyt but home of the hot lick
They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dikk
David Banner, "Bush"
This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms
If it's war then I swear I'm gonna raise them arms
And come and getcha, send me a kite
And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bytch or no ho or no trick
Tryna ride a nikka dikk just to make a quick hit
I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bytches
I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood
Mayne, I made some bullshyt, but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shyt across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
David Banner, "So Trill"
^^^ the bolded line is him speaking on some of the songs he made even on that album. These are lyrics from 2003. These songs are on the same album as "Like A Pimp".