[Intro: Tech N9ne]
This song is very close and dear to my heart, man
To be able to say something like this
It takes a hell of a motherfucker to say it
This song is dedicated to all my people
It's called Message To The Black Man
Check it out

[Chorus]
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Yeah, we makin' the dough
But y'all ain't spinnin' it
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records
And peepin' my shows
Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 1]
It started on the slave ships (slave ships)
And field n***as would eventually take the day shift
With house n***as inside, loyalty may shift
And it did divide us, now we still need a race lift
Fuck a face lift
I ain't changing my identity
For energy from any that's obscenity
Now in 2007 we sick and ain't no remedy
Jealousy, envy, and murder, it's like you ain't no kin to me
Guess we ain't, n***a, we go hard in the paint, n***a
Still when you see me out, you ain't the one who faint, n***a
It's them other fans from them other lands
They listen to me more than my sister and brother, man
I could see if I was a wack motherfucker
Bitchin' about the way that my people act, motherfucker
But I do spit, my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive
Get off of your lazy ass like you know something about music
[Chorus]
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Yeah, we makin' the dough
But y'all ain't spinnin' it
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records
And peepin' my shows
Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 2]
You cry about the way I paint my face
It ain't y'all taste, little homie, let me state my case
I'm not a devil or damn jester, rumors can fester
Never uplift a demon with the image of my ancestors
African, act like you see me when you be traffickin'
Laughter when you frown up at me, your hatred is bafflin'
You watch American Idol, my people, my paint is tribal it
Symbolizes not evil but the will still in survival
You n***as be so tough the moment we roll up
Your upper lip rolled up, you hatin' it, so what?
Everyone knows us, my city is sold up
My shows crush but y'all don't show up
They say it's more than money, bitches, whores
It's funny this here's war, my people at his door
And I'm knocking, meanwhile we rocking
Globally and it's sad, man
Light black attendance got my people lookin' real bad, man
[Chorus]
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Yeah, we makin' the dough
But y'all ain't spinnin' it
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records
And peepin' my shows
Y'all don't know that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Verse 3]
I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me
The way you write me up as a demon astounds me
Brotha Lynch, 40 Water, Federation, DMX
Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me
Brother J, homie, he with me 'til this day, homie
Who you know that's blacker than that?
With a staff and a 'Lac
My people lovin' that trash and they rap
I'm immaculate maybe they grab it if I was blastin' a MAC
Attackin' my people 'cause I'm black and I'm lethal
With this rap I don't trap, but I'm crack
Why do you be so close-minded when I'm rhymin'
Wishin' you can find it
Everybody but you motherfuckers get behind it
And I'm doper than a ki, n***a
Message to wee n***as
Rocking sold out shows is where I'm gonna be, n***a
And that's all I sell out, something you should see, n***a
Betcha would come and see it if I told you it was free, n***a
[Chorus]
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Yeah, we makin' the dough
But y'all ain't spinnin' it
My people you 'posed to be
My people ain't ya
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cause ain't enough of you up on my records
And peepin' my shows
Y'all don't no that I'm about to become boss and take control

[Outro]
Act like you know I'm your very own, motherfuckers
Hardcore shit, stop buying all that bootleg bullshit, too
Support your motherfuckin' artist
And Big Scoob said, when he finds out who's fuckin'
Bootleggin' the Summer Edition, Rogue Dog shit
He's at that motherfucking ass
And I'm right behind his motherfucking ass, you dig me?
Tech N9ne, n***a!