Blaxploitation

LETRA

Blaxploitation

It's a new day, but shit don't change
Plantation, politics and capital gain
Through trials and tribulations
It's hard to maintain
As we push forward, it's just more of the same
Hip Hop selling products from Pepsi to champagne
Advertisers, bad advisers abandon their campaign

Soon as the dollar's made
They on the money train
Sweeping through our demographics
Like rocks of cocaine
Excessive compulsive, self indulgence
Impulsive consumerism, and that shit's repulsive!
The markets like a carcass to a flock of vultures
Salivating at the chance to exploit our culture

It's blaxploitation, exaggeration
Infatuation, love hate relation
We do the work, but who gets the payments
Our forty acres, our reparations!

It's blaxploitation, exaggeration
Infatuation, love hate relation
We do the work, but who gets the payments
Our forty acres, our reparations!

That's how it is, but shit don't change
Plantations, politics and capital gain
For the right price of fortune and fame
Who be rappin' in black face
For bling' and a chain? Go ahead and do the math
Ice, floss and flash, used to worship gold
Now praying to platinum calf
After the cash, what's fuckin with that?
Oh mighty dollars, replaced Allah

So holla back!
Twenty one gun salute, Let your pistols clap
Just as long as the violence is black on black
Glorify crack, then it's a rap
A million sold for your soul
If there's a price for that
Vanilla Ice and Hammer, hip hop or propaganda?
It's mainstream now, shit bumps in Montana
White boys in Iowa call each other 'nigga
They said it wouldn't last y'all
Come on, go figure

It's blaxploitation, exaggeration
Infatuation, love hate relation
We do the work, but who gets the payments
Our forty acres, our reparations!

It's blaxploitation, exaggeration
Infatuation, love hate relation
We do the work, but who gets the payments
Our forty acres, our reparations!

It's a new day, and somethin' gotta change
Plantation, politics and capital gain
Modern day slaves with a mind full of chains
And overseers will never be loosenin' up our reigns
Black, brown, red and yellow left unable to plan

Glass ceilings and jail bars make it hard to advance
America never gave brother Malcolm a chance
'Till they wanted thirty cents for their government stamps
Japanese Americans locked in concentration camps
Indigenous people stocked in reservation lands
The colonization just started in Afghanistan
The world is at war and its the fault of Uncle Sam

It's blaxploitation, exaggeration
Infatuation, love hate relation
We do the work, but who gets the payments
Our forty acres, our reparations!