Mr. N***a (feat. Q-Tip)

Say ho, everybody say ho

By the way, yo

I said shake your soul like way back in the day-o

By the way yo

Everybody say ho

Everybody say ho

Everybody say ho

And check it out now

Who is the cat eating out on the town?

And make the whole dining room turn they head 'round

Mr. ****, ****, ****

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Who be riding up in the high rise elevator?

Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor

Mr. ****, ****, ****

They try to play him like a chump 'cause he got what they want

He's under 30 years old but already he's a pro

Designer trouser slung low cause his pockets stay swol'

Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go

VIP at the club, backstage at the show

The best crib, the best clothes (Yes, y'all)

Hottest whips on the road neck and wrist on froze

Checks with Os, O, O, O, O, Os

Straight all across the globe watch got three time zones

Keep the digital phone up to his dome

Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes

One problem, even with the Os on 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 living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face

Now who is cat dining out on the town?

Maitre'd wanna take a whole year to sit him down

Mr. ****, ****, ****

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Now who is the cat at Armani buying wears

With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here

Mr. ****, ****, ****

****, ****

Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def

White folks got it muffled across beneath they breath

I didn't say it

But they'll say it out loud again

When they get with they close associates and friends

You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job

Happy hour at the bar while his song is in they car

And even if they've never said it lips stay sealed

They actions reveal how their hearts really feel

Like, late at night I'm on a first class flight

The only brother in sight the flight attendant catch fright

I sit down in my seat, 2C

She approach officially talking about, excuse me

Her lips curl up into a tight space

She don't believe that I'm in the right place

Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped

All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass

An hour later, here she come by walking past

I hate to be a pest, but my son would love your autograph

They stay on **** patrol on American roads

And when you travel abroad they got world **** law

Some folks get on a plane go where they please

But I go over seas and I get over seized

London Heathrow, me and my people

They think that illegal's a synonym for negro

Far away places, customs agents flagrant

They think the dark face is smuggle weight in they cases

Bags inspected, now we arrested

Attention directed to contents of our intestines

Urinalysis, followed by x-rays

Interrogated and detained till damn near the next day

No evidence, no apology, and no regard

Even for the big American rap star

For us especially, us most especially

A Mr. **** VIP jail cell just for me

If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake

Just got some shoe polish, painted my face

They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressful

You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo

Now who is cat dining out on the town?

State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down

Mr. ****, ****, ****

He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk

Now who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill?

They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real

Mr. ****, **** ****

****, ****, ****

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna

Woody Allen molested and married his step daughter

Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name

Show Woody at Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holding hands

Sit back and just (Bug), think about that

Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?

OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers

And they been fucking with that **** for the last five years

Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?

Do you do the same shit when the defendant face is white?

If white boys doing it, well, it's success

When I start doing it, well, it's suspect

Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money

America's five centuries deep in cotton money

You see a lot of brother caked up, yo straight up

It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper

But I'mma live though, ya mama live though

I'm putting up the big swing for my kids yo

Got my mom the fat water front crib yo

I'mma get her them pretty bay windows

I'mma cop a nice home to provide in

A safe environment for seeds to reside in

A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in

And if I'm still Mr. **** I won't find it surprising