"White Man's Got A God Complex"   from the album "This is Madness"   hip-hop, circa 1971   (yo, i had to type this by hand, listening   so forgive my polly-wardz)      so...up down   on the corner, up town   turn around, hear the sound   a voice is talking about   who's gunna die next   CAUSE the white man's got a god complex      silent niggaz scream for hellp   AAAH!! hellp mee! HELLP MEE!   nigga, make your own hellp,   shit, you need it...   i turn around and hear the sound   2Pac playing in bars   pigs parked outside   in big pretty cadillac cars   printed in a broke-dick dog   sittin in a big fine hog   dressed for a fine...   in a mohair suit, fine...   but jim dale'll die next      CAUSE the white man's got a god complex   hey brother, what's your sport, my man?   i got just the thing for you...   only costs ten and two   what you gonna do, baby?   i got black ones, brown ones   red ones, yellow ones,   i even got a WHITE one   if u wanna buy sum   yeah, that's right...   2-50-8, play it straight   i got it all worked out   you know what i'm talkin bout   been reading my dream book   ain't no way in the world   a kid gonna get took      nigga, what u mean i didn't hit-   nigga, u full of shit   licked eyes, uh, now seven   c'mon bee nice, + hit eleven   well whadya know, it's li'l joe   hey my man...that 20 dollas say,   little jo don't blow   pa, baby needs a pair of shoes   hah, papa's got the funky blues   pa, mama's plays a cross with her dues   snake eyez...   sorry, nigga, u lose   the line forms to the rear, lady   and i don't care if u never   cash yo wellfare checks      CAUSE the white man's got a god complex   but i got ten babies!   i ain't got no man...   i ain't even got no choice...   but to hold out my hand   and feed my young ones   the best way i can.   hey man, what you mean?   no doubles on blackjack...   punk, you better change that rule   cuz i ain't no fool   you better bee cool, jim   or you'll die next      CAUSE the white man's got a god complex   hey, uh, my man...   i wanna cop a nickle bag   u say all u got is skag,   wow that's a drag, cuz   uh, i don't wanna cop no   dope is...death next   CAUSE the white man's got a god complex      hey baby, where's the gig at tonight?   well, there's one over at slick's...   for faggets and trix   there's one around graveyard's   side of town that'll cost u   a pound, but if u don't kno what i kno   u better pack your piece, at least   or you'll die next   CAUSE the white man's got a god complex      mr. stan, i dun paid enough rent   for this pad to be mine, but u just   want to cheat me cuz i ain't yo kind   damn, can't you see the place is falling down?   no, u can't dig it...cuz u ain't never around...   damn i'm so poor...i don't know   what in the hell i'm gonna do anymore   not from this day to the next   CAUSE: the white man's got a god complex      i'm making guns!   (i'm god!)   (oh god!)   i'm making bombs!   (i'm god!)   i'm making gas!   (i'm god!)   i'm making freak machines!   (i'm god!)   birth control pills!   (i'm god!)   killed indians and discovered him!   (i'm god!)   kill the japanese with the a-bomb!   (i'm god!)   killed--still killing--black people!   (i'm god!)   enslaving the earth!   (i'm god!)   dun went to the moon!   (i'm god!)   oh god!   oh god!   oh god!   oh god! oh god!   oh god!   oh god! oh god!   ohgodohgodohgodohgod   oh gggggggggggaaaahhhhhhhhhd!   (spelled blackwards is DOG.)