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 Here we go (yo) i'm a negro with an egoSo? don't tell me what i'm doin' is illegal
 No i resort to violence only when provoked
 Contrary to rumors i'm no joke
 If i sound hard it's because i'm pee ed off
 And do you wanna know why? go 'head tell 'em salt
 All right let me explain what upset me
 No we ain't tryin' to be sexy
 Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue
 Cuz i'd run if i was a chick pick up a hit list
 And i'm-a kick it like this
 The word is out, you played me out
 I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now
 Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me
 Slow your roll, you don't even know me
 I'm not a militant, but i'm equivilant
 To an activist, all i'm after is cheer among all
 I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall
 We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all?
 Now all i can talk about is what i know
 And all i know about is what i witness
 What i witness is what i see
 Me, way below status quo cuz i'm a negro with an ego
 Yo, that don't go
 Put some faith in your race
 Put some faith in your race (repeat)
 I'm black, and i'm proud to be a
 African-american soul sister
 Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection
 And oh yes, i'm the best in whatever i do
 I do better, i'm clever
 I never half-step ask salt or pepa
 We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind
 This affair is rare, and you will never find
 Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine
 Keep your mitts off this, yo, salt, it's time
 To let the public know the subject of the show
 Is what america calls a negro with an ego
 Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so...
 Porche, benz, and bm's are all suitable
 For people who sell pharmacuticles
 That's a stereotype, that's the hype
 Don't ask me why i have an attitude (all right)
 When i drop a nine-eleven on my 200c
 The cops are surprised to see a minority
 Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics
 How else could she have got it?
 A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct
 Wrong color, wrong sex
 Sometimes i feel the real deal is to be a rebel
 But that would bring me down to their level
 I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable
 Cuz salt and pepa's always very respectable
 Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand
 But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance
 I'm proud of who and what i am so call me a negro with an ego
 
 And get ready to go blow for blow
 
 
		
		
	
 
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