The Last Poets - Project Roach Lyrics
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Project Roach
Project Roach Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Project Roach By The Last Poets?
It is absolutely silly, and unproductive
To have a funeral for the word "n*gger" When the actions continue.. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters Not a funeral for niggers 'Cause niggers, don't die Uh, yeah.. Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin, in your sink and your toilet I be drinkin from your spit, anything cause I'm all less An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead Correction: I got eight legs, climbin on top yo' plate, bed Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool The ghetto is my land, fool, I'mma never be able to Fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of Your pesticide or RAID cause, in heaven's my Creator I love it when the light's off, eatin from same knives, forks From, ANY man's dinner, see my antennas You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make If you squash me, learn to live with me How much your Ross Motel costin? Yo, we in the city But yo, we everywhere! Check your house good, I bet we there! Look there! Niggers are like roaches, they're never gonna go away Learn from them what we should not become 'Cause niggers, don't die |
Who Wrote Project Roach By The Last Poets?
Eric Hudson, Nasir Jones, Abiodun Oyewole
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What's The Duration Of The Project Roach By The Last Poets?The duration of Project Roach is 1:48 minutes and seconds. |
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