Sucka Word

Try not to say it
Try not to say it
Try not to say it
Try not to say it

Hey Yo
I be hatin' Sucka' emcees, and the sucka' word
Thinking that you're soft if you don't use it at all; that's absurd
Rhyme-wise, it's my life to tell tales precisely
So I ask "Why's it that some Black People like the
Word so much that hurts so much?"
It's slutty use, and one can only flirt so much
'Til people get hip to the misery, can't forget history
And thinking we can take the 'bad' out of it just means shit to me!
Black People say saying it 'disarms' the bomb but
White People saying it will still cause some harm
What's the chance of it being harmless, when you're still feeling shocked if anybody says it, regardless of their ethnic background?
That's now the point I'm trying to make
Is words are weapons, we put ourselves on the stake
Or bayonet, grenade, or gas, 'cause we're gassed
Into thinking we can take back a word we never had

S-S-Say it all of the time, but but I don't, but I don't
S-S-Say it all of the time, we will never know
That, that, that's how I feel
That, that, that's how I feel
That, that, that, that, that, that's how I feel

Class in session, research showed me that
Most English words come from another language
The mother of this particular word is Spanish
And by the time it had reached this land, it managed
To take on a negative tone getting used by slave owners
Better get use to abuse both physical and verbal, seems like the message given
Two-hundred years prior, they illegalized the whippins
But the talk's still happening today
But in an episode of the Twilight Zone, coming out the face
Of an image looking similar to mine in the mirror
What kind of a hero wants his kind to be zeros?
What I'm steering clear of is segregation, separating
That from the 'Blacks' like Chris Rock suggests, obsessed
Thinking "you with me or against me?" That's on some
Strange Love, like Flav, I don't wanna be called 'yo ---'

Black, Black's like use it as a verb, call it canon, but but I don't
S-S-Say it all of the time, we will never know
That, that, that's how I feel
That, that, that's how I feel

I be hatin' Sucka' emcees, and the sucka' word
Thinking that you're hard 'cause you use that shit a lot, that's absurd
Rhyme-wise, you've got lots of options, observe
Twenty-seven thousand in a book named Oxford
Or Merriam-Webster, playing them jester
Roles 'cause your speech is limited makes me sick
'Cause when rights for you didn't exist, people risked
Their lives for you to benefit, now you piss
It all away like every song's a holiday
Busy sleeping, and I want you all awake
And I ain't even talking 'bout conscious rhymes
You don't have to watch your mouth, but a watchful eye
Will see in the freedom of speech, it's your speech that traps you
Like "Who cares?! It's just a word," and what-have-you
While racists laugh at you, I want us to find
A way to solve the number on Black-on-Black Crime

Suckas say it all of the time, but but I don't, but I don't
S-S-Say it all of the time, we will never know
That, that, that, that, that, that's how I feel

It was thrown at us, and then all of a sudden
Us accepting it is like somebody just catching garbage and loving it