Nappy Heads

Why am I trapped in a cage?

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Barber can I get a fade?

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Teacher teacher check my grades

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

I grab the mic in a rage!

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane

Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong

And I say to myself, what a wonderful world

But what the fuck was so wonderful 'bout pickin cotton, on a farm?

The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all

Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll

Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one

-You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks

Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill

Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil

Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor

'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three

When I used to rock my Pumas

Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin

One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get wicked

Heard the man who went before, got intimated

You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated

You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'

Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death

I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off

A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Teacher teacher check my grades

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

I coulda sworn I had an A

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

I grab the mic in a rage!

You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper

Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper

You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya

I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah

When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops

Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter

Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka

Any old style, I throw it in a locker

Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka

Me got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker

My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka

I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca

You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose

Your style remind me of yesterday, old news

Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain

Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock

It's not a capital gain

So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain

Bustin' nuts, bustin' style

Gettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child

Comin' on the mic, from a higher level

Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

What about Martin?

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

What about Malcolm?

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Rosa Parks?

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

You hung a man after dark

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Cease the violence

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?

Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread

But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused

Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it

Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake

In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes

Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple

It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle

Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle

And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal

Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential

Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual

There's six million ways to die but choose four

'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!

When checks that means pump your fist

Remember Moses people, this is Exodus

Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis

Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness

The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb

We droppin' the bass drum, then we

You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua

So march to St. Lawrence

Yo march I got your back, march!

Crown Heights

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Cease the violence

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

A moment of silence

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

For those who died

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Public Enemy

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Number one

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Fredric Douglass

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Harriet Tubman

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Aristide

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Bob Marley

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Prazwell

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

To my man Khalid

(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads

Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads

The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah

And keep your heads nappy