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lirik lagu marqus turner - who taught

[intro: malcolm x]
“who taught you, please — who taught you to
hate the texture of your hair?
who taught you to hate the color of your skin?”

(accent made this)

[verse 1: marqus turner]
who taught you to hate yourself when it wasn’t indented?
the color of your skin hoping that it was imprinted
that was my step‑daddy talking — wasn’t listening
so now i’m all ears, hearing for the village
thinking it’s my privilege to show my goodmusic image
i see success in the distance —
taking all shots at that b~~~h and i ain’t missing
bench day is getting skipped — now who really flexin’, b~~~h?
never typed a message to me but now you all over my grip —
but i ain’t shrimp
(“they say that goodmusic lost all of his golden ways.”)
nevertheless i’m headed for that platinum one way
(“or another — and i put this on my mother
i’ma be the greatest to ever do it like no other.”)
this for the brothers that never made it out of the northside —
survivor’s guilt out here eating a n~~~a alive
nevertheless i’m low‑life and i’m gon’ ride for mine —
wouldn’t give a d~mn if this music s~~~ was on the line
[hook]
oh, oh, oh, oh…
“who taught you, please — who taught you to
hate the texture of your hair?
who taught you to hate the color of your skin
to such extent that you bleach to get like the white man?”

[verse 2]
who taught you to hate your race when it wasn’t intended?
your own kind — now you out here committing these k!llings
that was my granddaddy talking — i couldn’t see it
opened up my third eye, now i see the deeper meaning
thinking it’s my choice to show the world my voice —
show my knowledge, tell my n~~~as life is beyond the royce
but they never listen — and i know god my witness
living in the trenches — it’s survival of the fittest
(“say can i get a witness.”)
(“they say that goodmusic lost all of his golden ways.”)
nevertheless i’m headed for hall of fame one way
(“or another — and i put this on my mother
i’ma be the greatest to ever do it like no other.”)
this for the mothers that had to call all the funeral homes —
now they living in this cold world all alone
nevertheless black queen, you gotta stay strong —
’cause y’all the reason why i write all these meaningful songs

[hook]
oh, oh, oh, oh…
“who taught you, please — who taught you to
hate the texture of your hair?
who taught you to hate the color of your skin
to such extent that you bleach to get like the white man?”

[verse 3]
who taught you to hate your flaws when it wasn’t permitted?
your own self‑esteem lower than a wishing well — that was my—

[beat switch] —

(kenneth english)

[interlude]
hold up—

one…
two…
everybody get the f~~~ out the way

three…
if you in this motherf~~~~~ right now stand up right now —
i mean right the f~~~ now
wait—

[verse: marqus turner]
tell me who the b~~~h n~~~a hatin’ on me —
jumping on my t but this d~~~ ain’t free
graduation day — classic cd
royal lullaby for the god mcs
put on for twin cs —
my diligence intended for n~~~as like me
in a libra’s eyes i cannot decide
who and when i need guidance
waking with paralysis
gambling my thoughts thinking that i’m childish
(“jumpin’ off the porch with my n~~~as — i was wildin’.”)
i was cruising down plymouth street and i had to park
saw you creeping through your back door, ducking sparks
i plan on catching your baby a~~ walking out —
i plan on creeping through your f~~~~~~ door and blowing out
every piece of your heart, body catching every spark
if you don’t have any left then i’ll hit the worst part
hopped in the steamer while i had this nina on my hip
speeding down 94 thinking i caught the yeps
post in your living room snacking on some hot chips —
you ran downstairs, now come catch these halo rocket ships
caught some blood on my arm hoping i did you harm
cut on the engine then sped off in the snow — i’m gone
because myself is all i got
long time ago i used to go to church and talk to god
lucy found my location — now he blowing up my spot
making promises on how he’ll get my black a~~ to the top
had to tell that n~~~a stop — ’cause my album finna drop
sell 100,000 copies — sell my soul if they don’t cop
thanksgiving text my favorite cop —
he said, “goodmusic don’t stop.”
“lord knows that the whole city know that you gon’ pop
boy just keep writing that hot s~~~ —
and you don’t stop s~~~
make n~~~as shoot out the roof then take ’em to church — hot s~~~.”
staring at a crucifix when i can’t pretend when and where i been —
northside pride, hope i don’t go down that road again
i had to find my niche, had to find my own style —
so that meant i had to stray from the culture for a while
calling all marshals — summon me sergeant kendrick
f~~~ that n~~~a office up, force this n~~~a to replenish
all of my signatures, all of my moniker’s
choke the n~~~a out — scream higher than monica
now throw on your yarmulke and sing happy hanukkah —
because b~~~~ i’m marqus t and i don’t do this in n0body honor

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