Wale — The Kramer

[Intro: Michael Richards] Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Throw his ass out. He's a nigga! He's a nigga! He's a nigga! A nigga, look, there's a nigga! [Verse 1: Wale] The color of my skin, content of my character Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone White with a badge or anyone Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against The race war, when it's us against all of them They subconsciously low talk us And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you This dark content for those of dark complexion Who's x-ed off rip, who gon' listen to us? Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us? Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us? Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us? I'm just an insecure N.I.G. er [Break: Wale] Please listen to me, please listen to me Please listen to me, N.I.G. er Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G [Verse 2: Wale] Hey, and P say that I should stop saying "nigga" But if I did, what would be the difference? I'd still be a nigga, he'd still be a nigga in his feelings I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one There'd still be niggas out killing And still be white people still out to get us And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us And still be lazy and paranoid niggas I'm paramount, nigga, I am, and you can't be mad 'Cause I choose the word "nigga," lemme air it out, nigga "Nigga" ain't bad, see, niggas just had A clever idea to take something they said Into something we have, something we flipped Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad Bitches ain't shit, but women ain't bitches See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches And bitches say "bitch" like bitch is not offensive When niggas say "bitch," all of the sudden, they offended A nigga say "nigga" to a nigga A nigga write "nigga" in a lyric Expect the white boy to omit it The white boy spit it like he spit it Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't niggas And say "Nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it" And non-nigga friends got it with him Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living Until a Black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit He thinks "Aw, forget it, it's so insignificant and little" The white boy sees this as a clearance Now it's, "Nigga, nigga, nigga," every single day And that little nigga-nigga, think it's okay And he's the only nigga in this particular grade And it begins to faze him more each day The things they say went a little too far He couldn't tell the difference between a "-a" or "-er" So they just keep going, saying "nigga" in his face There's nothing he can do, he let it get away It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful Yeah, and make sure everything you say Can't be held against you in any kind of way And any connotation is viewed many ways 'Cause under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer Self-hatred, I hate you And myself Niggas! [Outro: Michael Richards] Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act... And I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a... a rage... And uh, uh... said some pretty, uh... nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk... For this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm... I'm deeply, deeply sorry