Lyrical Breakdown of black enuff - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Uh In the sun, I ain't black enough Oh, some funds got him acting up? Nigga, jump in the aqueduc Niggas know that you wack as fuck In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough Who been putting in minimal pain? Already showed 'em it's up and it's stuck Wear my scars, who the fuck is ashamed? Never me, I'ma keep it a buck You get charred if you step in my range So you might as well stay in the cut I ain't Midas, but stain what I touch I ain't hiding, I came in to crush, bitch (hold on) Who told that black boy had to hate himself? Who told my sister she ain't worth a cent? Grin on my face from watching crackers melt Stand on that shit, boy, I cannot pretend Niggas ain't spillin' tears when karma dealt I'm just gon' play a little violin I ain't gon' water down just for some wealth, bitch In the sun, I ain't black enough Oh, some funds got him acting up? Nigga, jump in the aqueduc Niggas know that you wack as fuck In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough Man, they said I ain't black enough, maybe 'cause I don't act enough Niggas out here be acting tough, I don't put on a act for none I came through like a glitch in the game (what?), talk my shit and I backed it up They'll still say I ain't black enough, they'll still say I ain't black enough (uh) This won't last, three, four tabs, I get to acting up Man, this cookout is packed as fuck, with these crackers y'all asked to lunch That's the beauty of backing it up (what's up?), is my niggas don't ask for nothing? Rather bring out the Source Awards (for real), than they hit up a GRAMMY brunch, huh I know these niggas ain't seein' me, these niggas never believe in me I know the stakes, I know the real from the fake, opinion from media takes I'm at a stage, work like it's minimum wage, for money and critical praise Fuck out the way, you better watch what you say Your black life won't matter today, nigga Black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough In the sun, I ain't black, black, black, black, black, black enough Dah, dah, dah-dah (hold on)