You are mistaken, cuz I ain’t no nigga

you’ll soon figga I ain’t no ace boon coon,

it ain’t too soon to notice I’m much bigga

than some nigga you saw across the room.

 

Don’t presume cuz of my nubian tone

that I will run for the hills if you give chase,

when my race has suffered for far too long

to remain corpses betwixt noose and lace.

 

Swingin’ in disgrace from the end of a rope

the great white hope for every nigga in town,

but as King saw over the mountain’s slope

I am King on the other side, coming down!

 

A mighty race of King’s all coming down

united and freed from your haunted hills,

you only wanted to steal our nubian crowns

and wear it to the bar for shits and giggles.

 

We all know who you are without a doubt

there’s no mystery to a seething, hooded klan,

I ain’t no nigga blind to what you’re all about

a history never forgotten by a Black man!

 

Forever walking forward in that knowledge

a peaceful homage as long as you stay cool,

as I walk across the room in peaceful solace

bow to your knees on the floor I now rule!