[Nas:] "This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
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Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes."
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[Chorus: Nas]
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Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
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Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
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Never got Emmy's but were real to me
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Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
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'Cause they said they played they parts well
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Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
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Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
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Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
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Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
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The acceptable Negro -- hell nah
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But they say, "These are our heroes"
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
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Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
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But there's somethin' they don't say
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Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
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From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
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First he played his life cool just like Michael
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Now he rock ice too just like I do
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Yo, you can't do better than that?
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The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
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Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
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Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
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You turn around then you shit on Shaq
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Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
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He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
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Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
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To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
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But you let them use you as an example
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They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
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But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
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But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
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but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
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You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
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You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe
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Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
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Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
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These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
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Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
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Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout
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Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
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Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
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Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
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Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
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Fela to Miriam Makeba
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The mirror says you are the next American leader
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So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
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These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
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Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
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But next year, who knows what we'll see?
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Ha-Ha, these are our heroes
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[Chorus]
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[Nas:] "Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know
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the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
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Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up
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to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs
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what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit
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and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit."
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[Male Heckler:] "Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though
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homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at
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all that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in
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my hood. What type of shit is that?"
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[overlapping dialogue]
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[Nas:] "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please
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Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I
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got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha
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yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE."
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[Thug Heckler:] "Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky
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motherfucker!"
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These Are Our Heroes
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| Nas |
