White Nigger
Title | White Nigger |
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Artist | ILL BILL |
Album | The Hour of Reprisal |
Release Date | 2008-09-16 |
Description | White Nigger deals with the stigma Bill felt of being white in a predominantly black community in the 80s. He also outlines some of the defining racist incidents he experienced growing up. Bill have stated in interviews that he never performs this song live because he thinks the N-word is ugly and don’t want people in the crowd to sing it back at him and everybody else in the audience. |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Hip-Hop brought cultures together I remember cugines in Camaros pumping "Tougher Than Leather" Yankel Rosenbaum still got stabbed in Crown Heights Gavin Cato got hit when they ran that red light Over a decade of healing but the scars remain Both families involved still harbor the pain Age thirteen: '70s baby raised in the '80s Mad fights with blacks and whites And both sides hated me for nonsense The white kids was playing it wack 'Cause I'm from the projects and my neighbors is black I had to prove white boys could thug too But fuck skin color, I was proud to call myself a Tough Jew I guess I'm mad lucky to be raised in New York The world's capital, my attitude was take 'em to war Other places would've raised me in a useless format In Texas they dream about hunting Jews with Borat [Chorus: ILL Bill] Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you got me figured out? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you know what I'm about? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype [Verse 2: ILL Bill] They call me white nigga Called me every name in the book I done heard 'em all Fuck y'all, I made it a hook Made it a song, exposing the hatred to all 'Cause any type of racism is wrong Had newsmen talking as a kid about Yusef Hawkins Same age as me when Joey Fama caught him walking through Bensonhurst A world away from my Glenwood Projects Racially mixed, combustible, it lead to conflicts I was never raised prejudiced My grandmother was a Holocaust survivor And my uncle did heroin My pops wasn't around, my moms kicked him out the house And broke her back to put food in our mouths Age twelve, they bussed my projects to the white school Holes in my sneakers, I never fit in with them rich white dudes I didn't click up with the black kids neither I bought an Iron Maiden T-shirt And wrote rhymes in my Trapper Keeper You might also like[Chorus: ILL Bill] Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you got me figured out? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you know what I'm about? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Run-D.M.C. really made me wanna get wrecked Same time Kerry King played guitar for Megadeth It was 84-85 LL Cool J "Rock The Bells" obliterated my mind So inspired I created a rhyme Beastie Boys on U68, "She's On It" made up my mind Hardcore, the other bright side I thought Bad Brains was white guys when Melle Mel dropped "White Lines" Nazi skinheads showed up at L'Amours in Brooklyn Got stabbed up by Puerto Rican skins from Bushwick Geraldo got his nose broken, Tawana Brawley on Donahue Central Park wilding had the world scoping Now VH1 got a show for wiggers And some claim the Jews be the biggest wiggers We're considered the most dangerous 'Cause they think we shift our forms Cast spells and wear beanies to restrict our horns From being seen growing out our heads, the killers of Christ These fools wear white sheets and believe that Hitler was right Believe it or not they still exist undercover And Mel Gibson never liked Danny Glover Another piece of shit called out in the paper If we was there me and my peoples would have Beat the fucking shit outta Kramer If this song offends you, you're a hater Take a look within yourself and figure out What the fuck you're afraid of [Chorus: ILL Bill] Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you got me figured out? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you know what I'm about? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype |