Stereotype Lyrics

And it's that same ol' stereotype

No they ain't letting go of nothing

People think it's changed

I tell 'em that they're buzzing

Still judge me by my race and not my substance

They want us hated by the public

'Cause it's that same ol' same ol'

It's kinda mad 'cause we're same though

Same love

I know we're different but the same blood saves us

So why you listening to race

Like it's anything but shades that embrace sun

It's crazy how the picture they paint

Like we're just good at rapping, running and some singing on stage

Like we're destined for the prison with our villainous brains

Like we ain't gifted in a billion ways

I swear to god I hate the press and what they're claiming the news is

Their views stink

Quick to blame the slums when they shoot shit

But they don't show the makers of the guns that they shoot with

Their robbing us in suits and it's been proven the shoe fits

'Cause first they called us 'rudeboys'

Then they came with 'hoodies' and 'thugs'

And now it's 'roadman' they call me when my hoody is up

Another label they attach to my dark side

'Cause even though I'm mixed

I know I'll always be a 'black' to the far right

I'm proud though

Shouldn't have to say it these times

Now we can download

But they put us down loads

So I searched the net and strayed away from the mainstream

'Cause all they ever show us is the baddies

Or these rappers that take lean

It's mad now

Now they're putting bleach in our face cream

They're acting as if lighter is better

But that's a lie and that I know so I'll be fighting forever

Forget a tone it's just a sign of the weather

So where's the sense at

I'm sending love to all my dark-skinned queens

I know they never show your beauty but your heart stays clean

See, Martin deaded 'cause he said it and still this

The chance of going back has now developed to real risk

I'm looking how the views changed

Still it stays the same and the roots gain strength

Every time we hit the news slain

Now I'm sick of being judged on all the choices a few make

It's fucked but guess it's just the voice of the new slaves

The same ol' stereotype

No they ain't letting go of nothing

People think it's changed

I tell 'em that they're buzzing

Still judge me by my race and not my substance

They want us hated by the public

And it's that same ol' stereotype

No they ain't letting go of nothing

People think it's changed

I tell 'em that they're buzzing

Still judge me by my race and not my substance

They want us hated by the public

They just want division like that Marvel show

I just want the vision to see past their posts like goal-line tech

This can't be solved on the World Wide Web

But face to face, just know I don't fight fair

I mean I can't believe the globe is still like this

Another murdered every time I open my eyelids

I walk around in Thailand and see skin that is my shade

Yet every ad I noticed they're just promoting whiteness

It's crazy how even the oppressed

Oppress the black man and woman

And the girls ain't safe in this

Not long ago they used to take the piss

But now they wanna fat back n bosom

Fake lips, trying to match that they couldn't

Still saying shit, the nerve

Acting like you're innocent just 'cause you ain't the worst

Stop your chatting

'Cause there's many types of Karens on this earth

Both got our struggles but be sensible

Fuck your feminism if that shit ain't intersectional

Black lives matter

It's more than a statement

But I ain't talking 'bout the organisation so save the natter

Can't stand all that shit

That ol'

Any-excuse-to-not-stand-with-us trick

Pricks, sick of the bogus

Just say it with your chest

I just wish you would own it instead of being cowards

More respect for bigots that show it

I mean if everything had changed

Since my late great grandparents were slaves

We wouldn't have these chips on our shoulders

You man are sick to me

One big disease

'Cause there's literally

No reason to hate

Just tradition, see

We should hate you and still we don't

Still just want equality honestly

Filled with hope in these trying times

No reparations for my people while they wine and dine

With profits dating back to picking cotton

This is why we fight

The type of crime that has me stirring in my sleep

They rape and pillage then tell us to turn the other cheek

It's that

Same ol' stereotype

No they ain't letting go of nothing

People think it's changed

I tell 'em that they're buzzing

Still judge me by my race and not my substance

They want us hated by the public

And it's that same ol' stereotype

No they ain't letting go of nothing

People think it's changed

I tell 'em that they're buzzing

Still judge me by my race and not my substance

They want us hated by the public