Young Black Male
Title | Young Black Male |
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Artist | 2Pac |
Album | 2Pacalypse Now |
Release Date | 1991-11-12 |
Description | “Young Black Male” serves as the lead song on 2Pacalypse Now and features strong accentuation typical only of Tupac. This creates an interesting and bizarre compression to his two-line rhyme scheme, which remains constant through the whole of the song. Thematically, Tupac, despite detailing an essentially boiled down autobiography of a day in his life as an MC, distances himself from any sort of emotion or subjectivity that so often creeps into his later narratives. Shakur links his experience with a myriad of other young black males. No distinction between his own and others' experience as a young impoverished African-American is ever allowed to evanesce. |
Lyrics | [Intro: 2Pac, Ed O.G. & Ice Cube] Elam— Elam— Elam— Elam— Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Htiw loof ot tihs t'nia, noitcere na ekil drah Elam kcalb gnuoy, noitcere na ekil drah Young Black male (Yes, niggas) Yes, niggas Young Black male (Yes, niggas) Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection (Go nigga, go) [Verse: 2Pac] Young Black male I'm tryna effect by kicking the facts And stacking much mail I'm packing a gat 'cause cops wanna jack And fuck going to jail 'Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look I don't sell yayo They judging us brothers like covers on books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know which way to go I'm hitting 'em out of the doors So simple and slow, they step on the flow I'm fucking the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts, the tighter the clothes They givin' ya jim many blows Then what do you know? It's off with some clothes Proud when the crowd says "ho" That let's me know they know I can flow I love when they come to my shows I get up and go with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I let 'em respect the way that I rep The quicker the nigga can wreck The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat Now what kind of style is that? The style of a mack and ready to jack I ran through the piles of wack The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack They hate it when real niggas bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales of young Black males You might also like[Outro] Yes, nigga N-I-G-G-A, niggas Ayy, nigga, you can't handle that shit Pass that, man Hit that shit, that's the shit It smell like skunk Skunk smell like that nigga over there mama Some old funky-ass shit We ain't nothin' but some low down dirty niggas Keep it real, nigga! Fuck you, nigga You ain't giving me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ides, it's an Olde E thing, baby Stick with some of that Hennessy Can I drink with you, fellas? Can I get in on it in here? Fuck you, Capo, you ain't in, baby I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, okay? We gonna see who the big mouth when I come back Young black male— male |