Pt. I
[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at?
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
Throw your ass in the van cuffed
You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Talk to you like just a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
To the sixties, having black-skin is risky
'Cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
Pt. II
[Verse 3]
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, but McDonald's
Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
So how can we have higher standards?
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops madder
That's why it's at a stalemate
Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
A subconscious racist
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, and every day's another
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can’t escape the sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
It's more like billy clubs and gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause we’re black
"But you kill each other, facts
You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a derringer
Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
All we see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag but
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
If you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the Land of the Free"" that made people slaves to build"
Pt. I
[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at?
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
Throw your ass in the van cuffed
You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Talk to you like just a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
To the sixties, having black-skin is risky
'Cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
Pt. II
[Verse 3]
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, but McDonald's
Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
So how can we have higher standards?
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops madder
That's why it's at a stalemate
Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
A subconscious racist
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, and every day's another
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can’t escape the sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
It's more like billy clubs and gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause we’re black
"But you kill each other, facts
You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a derringer
Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
All we see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag but
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
If you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the Land of the Free"" that made people slaves to build"
Pt. ich
[Einleitung]
Hände hoch, Offizier schießt nicht
Dann zieh deine Hose hoch, versprich, dass du nicht plündern wirst
Wir verstehen uns vielleicht nie, es nützt nichts
Wir werden niemals begreifen, was die anderen durchmachen
[Strophe 1]
Schwarzer Junge, schwarzer Junge, wir werden dich nicht anlügen
Schwarzer Junge, schwarzer Junge, wir mögen deinen Anblick nicht
Zieh dich an die Seite von dir
Fenster runtergerollt, 'Profil'
Dann wundern wir uns, warum wir diese Seite von dir sehen
Kommt wahrscheinlich aus dem Drogenhaus
Wir könnten dich rutschen lassen, aber dein Rücklicht ist blutig
Wir wissen, dass du Heidi Klum versteckst
Auf dich eine weitere Medikamentenladung, Homie, es ist wieder da drin für dich
Und falls es zu einer Verfolgungsjagd kommen sollte, haben wir das versucht und wahr gemacht
Pistole zog dich direkt an, wir würden uns freuen, sie zu entladen
In deinem Rücken, dann geh hinauf und leg den Taser an die Seite von dir
Gefickt, aber was soll ich tun?
Ich erzähle mir immer wieder, bleib dran, als würdest du tun
Egal wie viele Leben du ruinierst
Es ist für Rot, Weiß und Blau
Zeit, einen neuen zu finden und seinen Kopf in zwei Teile zu teilen
Niemand hat dich jemals angeklagt
Warum? Weil du ein ... bist
[Chor: Eminem & (Cheech und Chong)]
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, du bist ein Rockstar
(Meine Mama rede mit mir, probiere mir, wie ich lebe)
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, in deinem Polizeiauto
(Aber ich höre nicht auf sie, denn mein Kopf ist wie ein Sieb)
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, du bist unberührbar
(Die Welt kommt zu einem Ende, mir ist es egal)
Niemand kann mir Scheiße erzählen weil ich ein (großer Rockstar) bin
[Vers 2]
Schwarzer Junge, schwarzer Junge, wir bekommen deine Kultur nicht und
Es ist uns egal, was unsere Regierung getan hat, um dich zu ficken, Mann
Erzähl uns nicht, dass deine Einstellung ein Ergebnis davon ist
Balderdash, wo hast du den Chip auf deiner Schulter?
Warum triffst du diese Getränkedose?
Zieh deine Hosen hoch, wir rollen auf und
Werfen Sie Ihren Arsch in den Van gefesselt
Sie müssen nicht wissen, was wir vorhaben oder was wir vorhaben
Unsere Karten sind nah an unserer Brust, Sie zeigen besser Ihre Hände
Und machen Sie unsere Gedanken entspannter
Oder in die Schilddrüse geschossen werden, einhalten oder sterben, Junge
Wir kämpfen gegen einen Verbrechenskrieg, hier kommen die Schweine
Tryna räumt die Straßen von all diesen Minderheiten auf
Dafür nennen wir sie Schweineställe
Sie sind wie Schandflecke für die Polizei
Sprich mit dir wie ein Stück Müll
Fühlt sich an, als wären wir in einer Zeitschleife für mich gefangen
Als ich diese Tatsachen trete und diese gemischten Reaktionen bekomme
Wenn wir Backspins schlagen, ist es, als würden wir wieder reindriften
In den sechziger Jahren ist es riskant, schwarze Haut zu haben
Weil das so weitergeht
Im Laufe der Geschichte wurden Afroamerikaner wie Scheiße behandelt
Und ich gebe zu, es gab Zeiten, in denen es peinlich war, ein ...
[Chor: Eminem & (Cheech und Chong)]
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, du bist ein Rockstar
(Meine Mama rede mit mir, probiere mir, wie ich lebe)
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, in deinem Polizeiauto
(Aber ich höre nicht auf sie, denn mein Kopf ist wie ein Sieb)
Weißer Junge, weißer Junge, du bist unberührbar
(Die Welt kommt zu einem Ende, mir ist es egal)
Niemand kann mir Scheiße erzählen weil ich ein (großer Rockstar) bin
Pt. II
[Vers 3]
Scheint wie die durchschnittliche Lebensdauer eines weißen Mannes
Ist mehr als zweimal als eine schwarze Lebensdauer
Ich frage mich manchmal, ob es einen Preisscanner hat
Ich habe das Gefühl, das Leben zu überprüfen, kann diesem Umstand nicht entgehen
Ich würde sie lieber "Die N-Wort" sagen hören als Die Antwoord
Ninja, jetzt ist es besser getarnte Geplänkel
Aber das ist Leben, angeschnallt, weil wir finanziell in Rage sind
Und kann keine Antworten finden
Wir bewerben uns, aber McDonald's
Scheint, das einzige Franchise zu sein, das anstellt
Wie können wir höhere Standards haben?
Da Dallas den Kampf um Black Lives Matter überschattet
Wir wehren uns mit Gewalt zurück, tun aber so
Schwarze Augen auf die Bewegung
Was schwarze Leben verrückter macht
Bei Polizisten und Polizisten verrückter
Deshalb ist es eine Pattsituation
Kann nicht zu einem Kompromiss kommen, also ist es Black Ops
Ich frage mich, ob wir mehr schwarze Polizisten anheuern, der Mist hört auf
Der Block ist unsere Hinterhöfe, Offiziere, nicht der Crackspot
Ruf die Angriffshunde von uns ab, Mann
Bei einem Verkehrsstopp agieren Sie immer stinksauer
Und schlechte Polizisten verarschen es für die guten Polizisten, und Mann, hör auf
Sende weiße Polizisten in den schwarzen Nachbarschaften
Wer ist nicht an sie gewöhnt, so geht es
Wer hat schon mal Videos von Rappern gesehen, die Waffen gewunken haben?
Und wisse niemanden schwarz, so handeln sie angst vor uns
Und das ist Rassismus, die Angst, die ein schwarzes Gesicht ihnen gibt
Ein unbewusster Rassist
Warte, warum gibt es schwarze Viertel?
Weil Amerika uns segregierte, benannte uns zu einem Bereich
Trennte uns, Abschnitt-Achte uns
Wenn wir es zerreißen, ist die einzige Aufmerksamkeit, die uns zuteil wird
Und Bildung saugt, und jeder Tag ist ein anderer
Freddie Gray für uns, eine Abgabe bricht oder fuzz
Warum behandeln sie uns wie trockener Flusen?
Wir wollen nur eine sichere Umgebung für unsere Kinder
Aber kann den Sirenen nicht entgehen
Nimm keinen Wissenschaftler, um zu sehen, dass unsere gewalttätige Natur darin liegt
Die Armut, mit der wir konfrontiert sind, ist die höchste Kriminalitätsrate
Die niedrigsten Klassen, es ist wie ein Stacheldrahtzaun
Und wir sind in diesen Rassenvoreingenommenheiten gefangen
Diese Plage unserer Gesellschaft, die unsere Angstzustände erhöht
Jedes Mal, wenn wir ein Teufelsgesicht sehen
Löwen, Tiger und Bären, oh mein Gott
Es ist mehr wie Billy Clubs und Gats
Und wir lieben mich wirklich
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