Negro Wit An Ego Lyrics - Blacks' Magic - Salt N Pepa

Here we go, I'm a Negro with an ego 

(Yo) 

So, don't tell me what I'm doin' is illegal 

No, I resort to violence only when provoked 

Contrary to rumors I'm no joke 

If I sound hard it's because I'm peed off 

And do you wanna know why? Go 'head tell 'em Salt 

All right, let me explain what upset me 

No we ain't tryin' to be sexy 

Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue 

'Cuz I'd run if I was a chick 

Pick up a hit list 

And I'm-a kick it like this 

The word is out, you played me out 

I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now 

Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me 

Slow your roll, you don't even know me 

I'm not a militant but I'm equivalent 

To an activist, all I'm after is cheer among all 

I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall 

We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all? 

Now all I can talk about is what I know 

And all I know about is what I witness 

What I witness is what I see 

Me, way below status quo 'cuz I'm a Negro with an ego 

Yo, that don't go 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

I'm black and I'm proud to be a 

African-American Soul Sister 

Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection 

And oh yes, I'm the best in whatever I do 

I do better, I'm clever 

I never half-step ask Salt or Pepa 

We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind 

This affair is rare and you will never find 

Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine 

Keep your mitts off this, yo, Salt, it's time 

To let the public know the subject of the show 

Is what America calls a Negro with an ego 

Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Porche, Benz and BM's are all suitable 

For people who sell pharmaceutical 

That's a stereotype, that's the hype 

Don't ask me why I have an attitude 

(All right) 

When I drop a nine-eleven on my 200C 

The cops are surprised to see, a minority 

Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics 

How else could she have got it? 

A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct 

Wrong color, wrong sex 

Sometimes I feel the real deal is to be a rebel 

But that would bring me down to their level 

I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable 

'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa's always very respectable 

Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand 

But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance 

I'm proud of 

Who and what I am 

So call me a Negro with an ego 

And get ready to go blow for blow 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Put some faith in your race 

Faith, faith 

Faith, faith 

Faith, faith