Crack Music Clean Feat The Game Lyrics | Kanye West

That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)
That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)

How we stop the Black Panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that?
What Gil Scott was hearing
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it's like we got Merrill lynched
And we been hanging from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it
The fiends cop it
Nowadays they can't tell if that's that good s-
We ain't sure man
Put the CD on your tongue yeah, that's pure man

That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)
That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)

From the place where the fathers gone
The mothers is hardly home
And the maricons lock us up in the Audy Home
How the Mexicans say we just trying to party homes
They want to pack us all in a box like Styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical
Arm and Hammer baking soda raised they own quota
Right when our soldiers ran for the stove 'cause
'Cause dreams of being Hova went
From being a broke man to a being a dope man
To being a president look there's hope man
This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks man
Shorty come and see his mama straight overdosing
And this is the soundtrack
This the type of music you make when you 'round that

That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)
That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)

God-how could you let this happen
Happen, happen, happen, happen, happen?

That's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

That's that crack music (crack music)
That real black music (black music)

Uh, that's that crack music, crack music
That real black music, black music

Our father, give us this day our daily bread
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread
See I done did all this old bulls-
And to atone I throw a little something, something on the pulpit
We took that s-, measured it and then cooked that s-
And what we gave back was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from granny
Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammy's
This dark dixon has become America's addiction
Those who ain't even Black use it
We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music