I revisited "Fighting the Stereotype" to put the lyrics into the picture to give the embodiment of the stereotype a voice. If a stereotype of black people was living and breathing what would he say. What would he want from you? It would be very shocking to see the extremes he would speak of. The lyrics for the hook would go:
Look at my teeth see the greed stained with them
Look at my seed as he screams from his prison
Got a need for the feed trigger finger itching
Man I love when they bleed, see the ghetto is my prison
Are you my stereotype? Are you my stereotype?
Be my stereotype
Climb up in my womb let me feast down tonight
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