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Genre
Charts
Peak #957
Peak in subgenre #157
Author
Truescribe/Ghettalion
Rights
2003
Uploaded
September 06, 2003
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Stereotype
Take advantage of misconceptions
Like the fact you think I got a 12-inch erection cause of my skin complexion
I send your falsehoods into the opposite direction
Assumptions no longer as you take your last breath in
My heaven’s where you meet with a clean slate
Individuality over he say or she say
You shake my hand thinking you already know me
Nice to meet you, wearing a smile beyond phony
I got a skully on so your hands are clutching that emergency nokia
Everyone ain’t hungry in the land of Ethiopia
If I’m Chinese I can’t ball
If I’m 1st world I can’t fall
Watch me attempt to board a plane with a turban
All priests are child molesters that’s what you think during the sermon
Judgements based on data out of the control of one
Ignorance interwoven into the soul and spun
What’s your stereotype mine is sound based noun based
What am I force disprove to you cause of my brown face
What’s your stereotype?
The kind that oughta be shot down by aerial snipes no burial site
If I’ve got 2 lumps on my chest I’m not athlete
If I’m the color of paper forget track meets
My skin matches chocolate so forget backstrokes
I’m black and I’m missing teeth it must be crack smoke
A minority that’s why I’m in your Yale class
Italians with slick hair are headed to jail fast
All pit bulls are born ready to bite you
I speak Hebrew you speak Arabic I don’t like you
I smoke trees so I must be dumb
From the ghetto so you know what I must become
If I’m rich I’m happy poor and miserable
If I’m not a religion then I can’t be spiritual
Judge me after you meet me
My Koran has nothing to do with WTC
So take it easy genuine smile when you greet me
If I fall I’m human appease me
What’s your stereotype mine is sound based noun based
What am I forced to disprove to you cause of my brown face
What’s your stereotype
The kind that oughtta be shot down by aerial snipes no burial site
My thumb’s erected like a penis but I can’t get a taxi
Look in disgust as the cabs roll past me
He must be crazy thinking I’m gonna pick him up
I’m tired last thought on my mind is stick him up
Like a man in a suit can’t have a hidden James Bond tech
These people watch the news and take it out of context
Free the world of prejudgments is my conquest
Wake you up out of dead sleep to hear my song text
My black socks signify that I pack glocks
Gothic wear says I drink blood with a black ox
And all overweight people consume to no end
Follow Judaism so all save and no spend
Not perfect but what I’m saying I apply it
Purveyor of all truths here to reverse riots
Stereotypicists say his message is cliche
They frame their propaganda and sell it on e-bay
What’s your stereotype mine is sound based noun based
What am I forced disprove to you cause of my brown face
What’s your stereotype
The kind that oughta be shot down by aerial snipes no burial site
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