Mos Def
He under thirty years old
But already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low
Because his pockets stay swoll'
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show
(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips on the road
Neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs
Straight all across the globe
Watch got three time-zones
Keep a digital phone up to his dome
Two assistants
Two bank accounts, two homes
One problem
Even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is there a problem officer?"
Damn straight, it's called race
That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase
Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case
You livin large, your skin is dark
They flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town
Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on pump(?)
Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears
With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here?
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
Nigga Nigga
The Coup
(big bird)
Now I shall tell a story that’s filled with words
That start with the letter n
(dj pam cuts up fly lyrics from the bank of reality --> flavor flav)
[boots]
Step into the world of a nigger, figure
To stay a little while so pack your bag up bigger
First of all just let me introduce you seduce you
Into a frame of mind that’s easy to get used to
Nigger hasn’t always meant a man with melanin
It used to be a piece of wood that sat on the cotton gin
Masta put it there and it wouldn’t move, smooth
So what does it mean, to be a nigger with an attitude?
You tell me that a nigger’s crazy or lazy
Not about the skin so, don’t let it faze me
Well you amaze me, with that ignorant bizull-shizzit
Get a grip on the new fit
Cause that’s a lame frame of brain for the nineties
I know the game so it don’t sting, my mind sees
So what the fuck you wanna race for the trigger
I ain’t the one, I ain’t the nigga
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