Anti-Nigger Machine

Public Enemy · Fear of a Black Planet [1990]

When I'm talkin' rhyme time



To blow your mind time some say



It's nothing worse than a verse



To hear some nigger curse



They call me rude



Some dudes fiery attitude



Claimin' I boast, smoke



And sometimes sing the blues



I twang metal and settle



Try to never back pedal



From the power some got



To get a nigger shot



The null and void I avoid



I test the paranoid



Never had to be bad



My mama raised me mad



So what I got is hot



Love my life a lot



I'm never sad just glad



That's why I thank my dad



Once they never gave a fuck about what I said



Now they listen and they want my head



This is what I mean a Anti-nigger Machine



Instead of peace the police



Just wanna wreck and flex



On the kid



What I did was try to be the best



So they fingered the trigger



Figured I was a bigger nigger



And started to search



So I headed west



Went to Cali a rally



Was for a brothers death



It was the fuzz who shot him



An not da blood or cuzz



I wondered why it was like



So I just held my mike



But in my mind I was blind



So I just tried to find



A reason we was



Just the way that we was



So I just stayed in the crib



Until I got a buzz