Skegee (Explicit) - JID

Lyrics by：Destin Route/John Welch/Norman Muntemba

Composed by：Destin Route/John Welch/Norman Muntemba

See the storm

Yeah yeah yeah uh

Over there

Yeah uh

Here it comes

F**k check dawg

Take a chance have faith my lad

You got all of the same tools all the greats have had

Two eyes two ears one mouth two hands

You can watch listen more than you speak take advantage

You peep all the karma that come with makin' the cream

The crop full of demons providin' you what you need

They got what's your thing Alcohol or the lean

Put the coke inside the w**d them n***as seasonin' the greens

Rap game turned from the slingers to the fiends

But I'm in between I mean

I ain't pickin' teams but I had a dream like King

F**kin' on this pretty little bit- queen I mean

Point me to the cheese n***as talkin' cream

Park the car I'm 'bout to part the seas

And move a mountain for money nothing keepin' me

From gettin' to you gettin' to me Marvin G Tammi T

But get your eyes cleaned for something

You have never not

Okay well

Prior to coming to Tuskegee uh

From high school I went to college here then Tuskegee Institute

While in college I had a professor that I really impressed with

He got me interested into politics

He was the first black

Councilman in the city check

Take a chance have faith my lad

You got all of the same tools all the greats have had

Maybe lesser than that

Way back when I was puttin' on my football hat

This institution came recruitin' little Route for the stats

They sat me in a room with my dad

And it was cool but when they left I was glad

And my pops was too he said that's good-ass parenting

Reminding me 'bout that place that did them n***a experiments

On them black people sharecroppers down in Alabama d**n

It's not that far from Atlanta it was the nineteen thrirthy

They did them black folks dirty because a tan

A man was not a man n***a your granny wasn't grand

A scam into the plan

To go recruit a group of stupid n***as

And shoot them up with syphilis instead of shoot-to-kill 'em

That's stupid different

The lengths that y'all

Trip to catch a n***a slippin' and for what

'Cause we look different

Everyone with knowledge of that study

Would be terrified

But that study represents and demonstrated

The inhumanity of man yeah yeah yeah ah f**k

Look

Take a chance have faith you in last place

Take a stand but don't take the stand for your man's sake

Just a dad tryna put some ham on a d**n plate

I'll be damned don't feed the fam' n***a d**n straight

Elbow rubs and handshakes

From hands that tied ropes on necks in red states

Another dead black-ass man I need a d**n break

They never gave us a chance I had to take it

I need all the payments for everyday

We suffered all the hatred

I want my granny to shoot the hands with Nancy Reagan

I want emancipation

Standin' naked at the auction

With my dick out hanging for reparations

No matter how much I say it

They hearin' my voice

'Cause as long as them crackers

Payin' ain't much of a choice

And you can shoot a million Js you'll prolly never be Jordan

N***a ran for a million yards you still fourty acres short

See the storm

Over there

Here it