Текст песни Field Negro (Royce 5'9) с переводом

You ain’t been gettin' this money all your life

Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice

Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life

What happened to art is life?

All of you kids is in charter school

And you startin' to do everything in private

Maybe that’s from all of the charter flights

Make sure whatever you’re doing is not in the dark

You know this shit is bound to come out eventually

Underneath all the lights

Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights

Degrade him all his life, rape his daughter, his wife

Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait

We wasn’t even allowed to pray, let alone read or write

People like Cube opened them doors

And politically correct negroes like you

Close 'em to keep your ice

Clap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you there

Your whole platform could swim with the fishes

Like Huggy Bear

Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won’t move at all.

It’s distractions, that you won’t say anything at all in risk of losing

something. Right. You won’t say anything on anyone’s behalf at this point?

You ain’t been gettin' riches ya whole life

Oh, you done forgot? The oven door open

On the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house

'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?

Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away

Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed

Every artist in the game are phony

Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back

And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top

To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats

The plight of the miserable wasted talent

Only guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit

This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged

Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced

My dad said, «Under no circumstance should a man

Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed

And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights

Should lose the use of his right and left leg»

They say I couldn’t do it, so I went out and did it

They said they gave it to me, so I ain’t ask for more

I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face

Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'

I did it my way without all the complainin'

And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale

For the validation of all the bloggers

And all the same gay ass awards

Fuck y’all and all them gay ass awards

We are livin' inside the same hell

And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven

But we are lyrically not on the same level

I’m scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters

I’m not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar

I’m here for respect or else I’m willin' to take off the belt

And whoop a young nigga’s ass with it like James Evans

A house negro look at you and say

«Man you crazy, what you mean separate?

Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than

this?»

It was that house negro

In those days he was called a house nigga

And that’s what we call him today, 'cause we still got some house niggers

running around here

You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way up

Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in

When you were starvin' with nothing, when it was stripes on all The canned

goods in your closets and cupboards

You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler

My grind Shawn Carter as fuck

I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut

Plus, none of these artist can beat me

I’m Truman and Christ on the Noah’s Ark on the waters of Fiji

I’m truly the type that’d push your wig farther than BC

Leave your brains all over the street

My heart’s on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of Eden

And start a new species, please, you know my steez

How you got a team and you ain’t got loyalty?

How is y’all the kings and you ain’t got royalties?

I been around homicides since Marky D

Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez

Children is dyin', women is cryin', we under attack, fool

What a better time to be famous, black and impactful

Name somethin' better to come together as one to react to

Shit we still comin' back from a checkered past like lumber jack suits

You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you

If you don’t kneel with Kaep, it’s simple math

They cannot run it past you

Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamate

Off our inner hate

We oblige, so they make the riches, we don’t rise

They just keep us high

Product of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a nigga

I do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin'

Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacin'

Just so I can make a decision

Keep a honorable spirit

With not a whole lot of faith to distribute

They took the scriptures away and replaced it

After makin' they own racist revisions

They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit

To take away shit to rig it

I’m pretty sure they Maker is livid, they racist, they bigots

What’s Christian about that?

The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed

They should wake up every day

And pray to the nature of business

Fuck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons

At the expense of creatin' division

The Wraith is exquisite, I’m 'bout that paper

But it’s gon' prob’ly take me a minute

I much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prism

Assumin' the information is real

Then play for a racist with a racist agenda

I hate you niggas, bow figures

The misappropriation of wisdom got you

Slaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills, house nigga

I rather get hit with a Patriot missile

Than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism

They say a broke' clock is right two times

But it’s never accurate

Truth time, okay

If some of us don’t have time, some of us have time

Some of us perform in the halftime

Some of us boycottin' halftime

Some of us standin' up, some of us sittin' down

Reparations will never get back to us

They’ll forever just laugh at us

I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth

Go ahead and try to trace your roots

That shit is rather miraculous

Them niggas took away the message

And mess with the message in it

Embellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us