[Verse 1]
N**** I'm black as f**
Spent a mil on a pint gla**
Of Fredrick Douglas' blood
Yo, MTV Cribs
Come and look at my closet
[?] Klu Klux Klan uniform
With bullet holes in it
And Black Panther boot prints on the back
I got to preserve the wooden hanger
In a clear plastic bag (True)
My piece of the Aggro Crag
Is Gary Morgan's gas mask prototype
And a ballot box
From when Negros first got they voting rights
Yeah
That's black antique flossin'
Fluent in Jive slangy phonics, but can't speak dolphin
You got a prop from the set of "Walker, Texas Ranger"
Compared to my Madame C.J Walker [?] hair straightener
N**** I'm black as f**
Look, but don't touch
I pack a Pit, might attack your nuts
I can't have your fingerprints
Tarnishing the artifacts
If you look to the left, on the wall is Django's gun
That he shot slave masters with
Changed things so they get a gun blast
When they crack the whip
Like when Silky Johnson and the Player Hater
Went back in time in that Chappelle's skit
[Hook]
I say when people pa**
Yo, peace
Ronald Mcnair
Yo, to all the men, women, and children
Who sacrificed their life for my opportunity
Aye, word up
[Verse 2]
N**** I'm black as f**
May your words cut the roof of your mouth
Like Captain Crunch
If you speak of my history
With disgust upon your tongue
We full of love for foreign cultures
And vice versa
But when I walk in the streets at night
These stupid b**hes clutch they purse
Around my neck is where they want the rope put
Because I'm decoding secret messages
From MLK's notebook
Listening to audio recordings from Malcolm X
That I found in a hidden briefcase
Of miniature ca**ettes
Max Julien told me
That dark clowns be kicking a**
So I'm finna cop the typewriter
That Dick Gregory wrote that book
"N*****" with his hands
You don't understand
That this
Black antique flossin'
Life is like a box of chocolates
Aye y'all, I'm dark skinned
Over the fireplace
Is a painting of Johnny Cochran
I'm paraphrasing
But James Brown said it quite often
N**** I'm black as f**
We take Reggie Jackson's back
Smash it against his skull
If you talk that racist jazz to us
After we leave the show
'Cause this ain't the nineteen-sixties
That white power sh** is old
[Hook]
I say when people pa**
Yo, peace
Lena Horne
You know how I'm down here
Doing something
Something you can shine upon
Up there
[Verse 3]
N**** I'm black as f**
And it must be something
That they sell to Africa
To capture us
[Outro]
I say when people pa**