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Black History Month

This song is by Saul Williams and appears on the album The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! (2007).

Original video
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 till 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 da 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 mothership 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 respun

(Trigger) sound, trigger gun
Drum machine, machine gun
Bodies piled, carefully filed under beats that were once
Reprogrammed to become
Unplugged concert of sun
Every ray with sample clearance, every two begat one

(Boom bap) Hard as a gun
White cross-trainers unstrung
Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run
Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun
Until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

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

Music by:

Thavius Beck / Trent Reznor

Lyrics by:

Saul Williams

annotations:

Black History Month Wikipedia16 / North Star Wikipedia16