Ghosts of the Civil War Flocabulary featuring Grey as Nat Turner and Lady B.L.A.D.E. as Harriet Tubman Lyrics

Nat Turner

They call me Mr. Nat Turner, I'm reppin' the South.
It's nothing to set a four alarm blaze to your house.
I'm being honest, my owner, Travis, he treated us fair,
but I ain't nobody's slave. I'm getting out of this here.
'Cause God say, so soon the first should be last, the last should be first.
I put my soul in the verse.
I saw blood up on corn stalks, the sun eclipsed,
and it was time to get it cracking like a thousand whips.
All out terror! Forty slaves on horses,
killing every pale face and carrying torches.
My rebellion got squashed in a few short days.
They executed me easy, the South in a rage.
Nat Turner's gonna get you, so please behave,
I'm a whisper in the wind, I'm gonna rise from the grave.
In the South they went crazy by lynching blacks.
I'm telling you the real, 'cause truth should be a part of the facts.

John C. Calhoun

I'm John C. Calhoun, and I love the South,
the Senator from South Cakalak, reppin' the South.
They don't know me in the North, but they try to play me,
states' rights best thing since grits n' gravy.
I believe firmly in the goodness of slavery.
Northerners who hate it, I think they have rabies.
Never before have Africans been so civilized,
never before have they found the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Northerners don't pay workers enough to eat,
we don't pay slaves, at least they have a place to sleep.
We must maintain the status quo for whites and blacks
'cause if we ever let them free, they're going to attack!
Dred Scott decision was right, what belongs to me,
whether slave or mule, is my property.
We're chivalrous but don't mess with us, abolitionists,
we'll cane you on the Senate floor.

We won't take no or maybe,

We're gonna end this slavery...

Harriet Tubman

Children: I'm Harriet Tubman, born into slavery,
in history I'm noted for my bravery.
I'm a runaway slave, followed the North Star,
to take me from the south parts, and I was never scared of the dark.
Like Dead Prez, boy, I'm an African,
more slaves down south, boy, I'm going back for them.
Nineteen trips and not one a disaster,
like I told Frederick, I never lost a passenger.
Reward for my capture: forty G's.
Wanted posters all around saying I can't read.
Still I slipped through the cracks of that Fugitive Slave Act,
with so many freed, I never lost my way back.
Jack-of-all-trades and you'd be surprised,
I was a cook, a nurse, and even a spy for the North,
and this was during the Civil War.
Follow me while I'm following the Drinking Gourd.
I did it all, and it really wasn't a choice for me,
I only had two options, die or be free.

Abraham Lincoln

I'm Abraham Lincoln, what y'all thinking?
I'm from Illinois, you illin' boy, North rich like cha-ching.
All slave states think that they're going to secede?
like the Fugitive Slave Act, running away ain't easy.
A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand
like Betsy Ross trying to climb on Uncle Sam's hands.
I said I wasn't gonna mess with your slavery,
but the South didn't buy it, they were hating me.
I switched reasons to fight from Union to slavery
like Bush, Iraq's empty of WMDs.
Emancipation Proclamation made France like me.
Who needs friends, Jefferson Davis? You have me as an enemy.
Who do you have? Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee?
I've got U.S. Grant and Sherman's March to the Sea.
I wanted to be soft of the Confederacy like Huggies,
but after Booth shot me, nobody wanted to hug me...

We won't take no or maybe,

We're gonna end this slavery...