Wear Yo Hat (Buried and Bald)

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Year:

1994

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A hat is the last line of defense between the black man and the weather 
"Where's my hat?"
It's a fact that the white man wants to keep you bald 
We promise we will keep our heads covered...with any hat available.? 
Gotta keep your head covered and wear your hat 
To avoid all the noise that destroys the black 
Or they take you out, one by one. 
Basted, baded and done. 
A nigga dead from exposure to the sun. 
Victims of hostile elements. 
Not so swell events. 
Designed to keep the black irrelevant. 
Hats in the ghetto streets decrease the blood shed 
Hats in between the sheets and you won't be dead 
Hats that preach and teach decrease the knuckleheads 
Hats dealing with the police and ya won't get bled-son 
Hey we ain't done 
Ice meets the heat with a bigger gun 
Bustin' caps that free the truth 
Wearin' hats that save our youth 
An' while you busy drinkin' forty and eight ball 
We takin' a roll call to see who's down to fight the white why'all 
We ain't stoppin' 
Steady clockin' 
My lid's on tight so their knees keep knockin? 
We be the niggas that pull all the triggas 
Takin' no prisoners, raisin casualty figures 
Dressed for the battle but not fatigued 
My hats made of metal to avoid debris 
Yo gee they stole the kangol right off my head 
Better grab a fedora instead 
It's genocide the way they be snubbin' ya 
Grab a brim babushka or yarmulke 
Yo gee what about a bonnet 
It really don't matter just put a lid on it 
Cause they want more than to see you fall 
They want to keep a brother buried and bald 
Don't wear a toupee cause that's assimilation 
Don't say it's okay that's oral masturbation 
Hats offer enclosure from deadly exposure 
Of sucker imposers ready to close your Coffin 
And lower you down black 
Bald buried and beaten into a pre-dug track 
That's whack- the way they dis the black 
How can a brother complain when we don't fight back? 
It ain't hate cause we retaliate 
With the gat in my hands and the hat on my pate 
See back in the day out in the fields they kept us 
Exposed to the rays, without no shields they left us 
Without a hat we wuz exposed 
Without a hat we wuz sunstroked 
The African sun was pure and good 
Never needed a hat just brotherhood 
But the good old days are a brothers worst enemy 
Tell me stay bald I say it ain't me 
Look in my eyes and you'll realize 
These ain't lies I wouldn't lead you wrong 
Get wit the facts as I chart the stats 
Cold kick the hats make the black grow strong 
Time to make the change 
Gotta cover my brain 
Start dealin' the pain 
To those who'd keep me in chains 
Cause they want more than just to see you fall 
They want to keep a brother buried and bald

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