6. Reagan used the fiction of the Welfare Queen to, as HoDean says, "divide..
...America by race."
He also tried to convince people that black people's problem wasn't that their government wasn't doing what it could to make their lives better. It was that they couldn't keep their pants on. Oh, did white America ever like that! Yes, poverty was because of sex.
Don't ask your government to stop fucking you over. Stop fucking your boyfriend without protection.
Yo, we gotta do somethin' about that man Yo, we gotta get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is
You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are - when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop - hurray or hurrah But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in - put your car in cruise I never heard the boos - I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm - left alone the blues The L.I. mystique - you sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait - it's never too late No fear I'm here - and everything is straight Cycles, cycles - life runs in cycles New is old - no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack - the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it is like that When you come to my show - watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move - new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano - loads my ammo Hear my jam - with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect - the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat - lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body - makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector - U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power - you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm - to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown The man - the enemy - Public King - no thing All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali - Frazier - Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie - got the Flavor Flave To prove I'll win and if not the save I'll pick up, rack up - put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet - emcee stick up This is the wiz - but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the star shine And I'm tellin' you - yelling at you you're through Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew I'm number one - you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger - you can be the bun, girl Surroundin' - my steady poundin' Get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme - one time your mind Rhythm roll - two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave - you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all - rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute - time to blow BLACK
23. I have a tape of Elvis in the recording studio and it's hard to hear the
chat between song, but I'm pretty sure that you can hear him drop the N-bomb a couple times. The musicians he's working with don't sound to impressed. (I think he was trying to make a joke about one of the musician's styles, and it didn't get a laugh at all.)
So, not only was he making a lot of money off of ripping off black musicians he grew up listening to, he didn't seem very gracious towards them.
21. Yes, I know Chuck D is making a generalization.
Don't get me wrong. Are there African-Americans who like Elvis? Sure. Are there white Americans who couldn't care less about Elvis (like me)? Sure.
What he was railing against was the primacy of traditional, myopic, homogenized "white" culture.
Here's another line from the same verse: "Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps. Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check. 'Don't Worry, Be Happy,' Was a number one jam Damn! If I say it, you can slap me right here."
In short- what Chuck D is really lashing out against is narrowmindedness and ignorance. People who open themselves to new ideas, new thoughts, and new cultures are not the target of his rant.
So, Feanorcurufinwe: don't worry, be happy. You're part of the solution, not the problem.
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