Project Roach

It is absolutely silly and unproductive to have a funeral for the word nigga When the actions continue we need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters Not a funeral for niggas 'Cause niggas don't die Uh yeah yo I'm creepy and crawling In your sink or your toilet I'll be drinking from your spit Anything cause I'm more less an insect with 4 legs People come and I fake dead Correction I got 8 legs Climbin' on top your plate bed Wherever I smell food It could even jail food Stale food that's molded A roach is what I am fool The ghetto is my land fool I'm a 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 ray 'Cause in heavens my creator I love it when the lights off Eating from same knives forks From any mans 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 roast motel costing You and the city But yo we everywhere Check your house I bet we there, look Niggas are like roaches, they are never going away Learn from them what we should not become 'Cause niggas don't die --- Project Roach - The Last Poets and Nas