Black Antique Flossin’

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I'm black as fuck
Spent a mil on a pint glass of Fredrick Douglas' blood
Yo, MTV Cribs, come and look at my closet
Keep the authentic Klu Klux Klan uniform
With bullet holes in it and Black Panther boot prints on the back
I got to preserve the wooden hanger in a clear plastic bag (True)
My piece of the Aggro Crag is Gary Morgan's gas mask prototype
And a ballot box from when Negros first got they voting rights
Yeah, that's black antique flossin'
Fluent in Jive slang Ebonics, but can't speak dolphin, yeah
You got a prop from the set of "Walker, Texas Ranger"
Compared to my Madame C.J Walker high comb hair straightener
Nigga I'm black as fuck
Look, but don't touch, I pack a Pit, might attack your nuts
I can't have your fingerprints tarnishing the artifacts
If you look to the left, on the wall is Django's gun
That he shot slave masters with
Changed things so they get a gun blast when they crack the whip
Like when Silky Johnson and the Player Hater went back in time in that Chappelle's skit
Uh, huh, yeah

[Hook]
(I say when people pass)
Yo, peace Ronald Mcnair
Yo, to all the men, women, and children
Who sacrificed their life for my opportunity
Aye, word up

[Verse 2]
Nigga I'm black as fuck
May your words cut the roof of your mouth like Captain Crunch
If you speak of my history with disgust upon your tongue
We full of love for foreign cultures and vice versa
But when I walk in the streets at night these stupid bitches clutch they purse, uh
Around my neck is where they want the rope put
Because I'm decoding secret messages from MLK's notebook
Listening to audio recordings from Malcolm X
That I found in a hidden briefcase on miniature cassettes
Max Julien told me that dark clowns be kicking ass
So I'm finna cop the typewriter that Dick Gregory wrote that book "Nigga" with his hands
You don't understand that
This black antique flossin'
Life is like a box of chocolates, aye y'all, I'm dark skinned
Over the fireplace is a painting of Johnny Cochran
I'm paraphrasing but James Brown said it quite often
Yea, nigga I'm black as fuck
We take Reggie Jackson's back and smash it against his skull
If you talk that racist jazz to us after we leave the show
'Cause this ain't the nineteen-sixties, that white power shit is old

[Hook]
(I say when people pass)
Yo, peace Lena Horne
You know how I'm down here
Doing something you can shine upon from up there
Yeah

[Outro]
Nigga I'm black as fuck
And it must be something that they sell to Africa to capture us
(I say when people pass)