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Tha projects is changed
I feel it in the liquor stores
I feel it in the unemployment office
I smell it in Popeye's
Lots of shit we had done got lost, cuz no niggas alive remember it
It began wit tha forging of tha great rangs
Three wuz given to tha Black Panthers, angeriest, craziest and most delusional of niggas
Seven to tha drug lords, great hustlers and cracks men of tha ghetto streetz
And nine, nine rangs wuz gifted to tha hoodrats, who above all else desire gimmedats
For within these rangs wuz bound the respekt and cred ta rule each gang
But they was all fooled, for another rang wuz made
Deep in tha land of England, in tha fog of London, the white lord Nigel Worthington III forged a masta ring
and into this rang he poured his logic, his wisdom and his will to enlighten all life
One rang to civilize them all.
One by one, tha hoodz of Midda Earf fell ta tha power of tha rang, but there was sum who said fuk whitey
A last chimpout of Black Panthers and hoodrats shucked and jived against tha white devils
and on tha white mans very doorstep they peacefully protested for tha freedom of Midda Earf
They was about to win but tha power of tha rang could not be undid
Then in this moment, when all hope had faded, Tyronicus, son of
grabbed a gat and popped a cap in that crackas ass
Nigel was smoked. Tha rang passed to Tyronicus, who had this once chance ta destroy whiteness foreva
But tha hearts of dumb niggas is so easily played
