Black History Month

Can you feel it? Nothing can save you

I'm tougher than bullets, so baby, pray to your savior

I've never been shot, but I bet you I'm braver

I'm taking my spot, nigga, I ain't afraid to

Be me

Sometimes I find it very hard to be

Who? Me

(The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!)

Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed

So keep your shell toes carefully laced

The illest nigga got peppered and maced

Now amplify this, turn up the bass

Picture me lampin' in the company car

Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels, nigga what? I'm a star

I cruise the block like a feather, back and forth 'til I land

As the song in your ear or the book in your hand

Now this fuckin' world is 'bout to know who I am

Got your whole system up in my trunk

That dog-eat-dog, make my woofers bark atomic crunk

All my trill niggas know who be bringing the funk

Lees and shell toes like it's Black History Month

Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed

So keep your shell toes carefully laced

The illest nigga got peppered and maced

Now amplify this, turn up the bass

Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed

So keep your shell toes carefully laced

The illest nigga got peppered and maced

Now amplify this, turn up the bass

Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed

So keep your shell toes carefully laced

The illest nigga got peppered and maced

Now amplify this, turn up the bass

There was one

Bore witness to the rays of the sun

Synthesized in her own image, photo negative shun

The development of parliament, the phallic bop gun

Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum

Ancient drum begat drum

Kingdom go, kingdom come

Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the sun

Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum

Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled and re-spun

Trigger sound, trigger gun