Best Kept Secret - The Kramer lyrics

[Intro - Michael Richards] Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a f**ing fork up your a**! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherf**er! Throw his a** out He's a n***a! He's a n***a! He's a n***a! A n***a, look, there's a n***a! [Wale] The color of my skin, content of my character Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone White with a badge or anyone Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against The race war, when it's us against all of them They subconsciously low talk us And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you This dark content for those of dark complexion Who's x-ed off, Rip, who gon' listen to us? Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us? Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us? Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us? I'm just an insecure N.I.G. er Please listen to me, please listen to me Please listen to me, N.I.G. er Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G Hey And P say that I should stop saying n***a But if I did, what would be the difference? I'd still be a n***a, he'd still be a n***a in his feelings I'd still be a n***a with no deal tryna get one There'd still be n***as out k**ing And still be white people still out to get us And still be n***as saying whites tryna get us And still be lazy and paranoid n***as I'm paramount, n***a, I am, and you can't be mad Cuz I choose the word n***a, lemme air it out, n***a n***a ain't bad, see, n***as just had A clever idea to take something They said Into something we have, something we flipped Into something with swag, n***a, don't be mad b**hes ain't sh**, but women ain't b**hes See, women are the queens, and b**hes just b**hes And b**hes say b**h like b**h is not offensive When n***as say b**h, all of the sudden, they offended And n***as say n***a to a n***a A n***a write n***a in a lyric, expect the white boy to omit it The white boy spit it like he spit it Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't n***as And say n***a, n***a, n***a, my favorite rapper did it And non-n***a friends got it with him Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living Until a black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit He thinks Aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its n***a, n***a, n***a, every single day And that little n***a n***a, thinks its okay And he's the only n***a in this particular grade And it begins to phase him more each day The things they say went a little too far He couldn't tell the difference between an a or er So they just keep going, saying n***a in his face There's nothing he can do, he let it get away It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful Yeah, and make sure everything you say Can't be held against you in any kind of way And any connotation is viewed many ways Cuz under every n***a, there's a little bit of Kramer Self-hatred...I hate you...and myself n***as [Outro - Michael Richards] Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act and I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a, a rage...and uh, uh...said some pretty, uh...nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk...for this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm...I'm deeply, deeply sorry