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 nothin' 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 picking 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

Tonight is everything, out with your boys

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 '83

When I used to rock my Pumas

Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin'

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

Heard the man who went before, got intimidated

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'll be the five-oh in the chopper that have to clock ya

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 sun blues whose 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' buck wild, some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child

Comin' on the mic, from a higher level

Broke, is no, 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 natty 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 awake

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 becoming spiritual

There's six million ways to die but choose four

'Cause I can still be in the desert butt-naked and be hardcore

When I say sexy 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 man got a drum, made the land of the dumb

We droppin' the bass drum, then we put your name on a tombstone

You can't kill the battle with a whole plan, plan, feeling 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)

Frederick Douglass (The nappy heads are comin' out)

Harriet Tubman (The nappy heads are comin' out)

Alverstein (The nappy heads are comin' out)

Bob Marley (The nappy heads are comin' out)

Prazwell (The nappy heads are comin' out)

To my man, Khalis (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

The nappy heads are comin' out ...