Created for Marvel’s series surrounding Ta-Nehisi Coates' groundbreaking comic book series, “Black Panther: A Nation Under My Feet”, Cleveland MC Kipp Stone establishes his dominance, comparing himself to the Wakandan monarch, T'Challa.
[Verse 1]
A whole nation, I'm still beastin'
All black, yellin', "King me"
I ain't dying on my knees
Boy, don't be your own worst enemy
Never had to wonder, "Will I ever be
The one thrown, watching black thoughts? Will I ever see the sun?"
Feel like King Kendrick, always had the jewelry in me
No fool's gold, shinin' like a white [?]
Not another man like me
They wanna tell me what I'm worth? Nah!
How you finna tell me what I'm worth? Nah!
I'm a king in my right, in my own mind
Baby boy, I know mine
Been this way my whole life
Throw me in the fire, Imma hold mine
Now, we're ready for the future, it's about time
Black in power, I feel like King T'Challa
Suicide doors, and they open like comics
Petals at my feet, no Tour du France
Would it kill you to pay homage?
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold my hands is what they're yelling out
Then, they gave me something I could fight for
I was stupid, I was prideful
They, they gave me something I could die for
[Chorus]
'Till the days when there's flowerss on my grave
And they're singing to the Heavens with a hundred praise dancers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service like a hundred black panthers
Like a hundred black panthers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
'Till the days when there's flowers on my grave
And they're singing to the Heavens with a hundred praise dancers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
Like a hundred black panthers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
[Bridge]
I'm the hero that you need, not the one you want
I wear my pain on my sleeves, ain't no cover-ups
Did it all, they gon' tell you you ain't done enough
Did it all, they gon' tell you you ain't done enough
[Verse 2]
Outside there, boy, they saw your Lamborghini
Heart booming like the Congos, I ain't never miss a beat
Every enemy defeated, so they [?] on fatigue
I'm the ruler, tell the court chief that I run with destiny
I pledge allegiance to the jungle
Young man had to rumble, I can't leave my dynasty to crumble
Different type of humble, what's a person [?] hung up on destruction [?] Imma hunt yours
[?]...gets a bloody nose
Take it all in like a black hole
They say, "The sun shines everywhere."
Boy, we got the skin like a Firestone
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold my hands is what they're yelling out
Then, they gave me something I could fight for
I was stupid, I was prideful
They, they gave me something I could die for
[Chorus]
'Till the days when there's flowers on my grave
And they're singing to the Heavens with a hundred praise dancers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
Like a hundred black panthers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
'Till the days when there's flowers on my grave
And they're singing to the Heavens with a hundred praise dancers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
Like a hundred black panthers
When I go, I need a row of black limos at the service, like a hundred black panthers
100 Black Panthers was written by Kipp Stone.
100 Black Panthers was produced by Blokhead Johnny.
Kipp Stone released 100 Black Panthers on Tue Dec 27 2016.