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Verse one:
Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
laughin' at us on the avenue
bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
we can't enjoy ourselves
too busy jealous... of each other's wealth
commin' up is just in me
but the black community is full of envy
too much back stabbin'
while i look up the street i see all the japs grabbin'
every vacant lot in my neighborhood
build a store, and sell their goods
to the county of sips (?)
you know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
four or five babies on your crotch
and you expect uncle sam to help us out?
we ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
to the average bigot, redneck honky
you say comin' up is a must
but before we can come up, take a look at us
