Lyrics Cassius (Excellency) - Wale, DJ Money

Cassius (Excellency)

And you, George Foreman
All of you chumps are gonna bow when I whoop him
All of ya!
I know you got him, I know you got him picked
But the man’s in trouble
I’ma show YOU how GREAT I AM!
Hold up!
Black excellence, I be rappin' it differently, uh
Tell Howard Cosell I’m Howard Hughes with this rapping thing?
(uh)
Underrated from Chocolate City with all the flavor
My bitches ball like I’m Q. McCall, they Sanaa Lathan
Black excellence, we depart from the negative, boy
Black denim that keep a knot like a pessimist, boy
Black niggas hate black niggas, that’s evident so
Keep black windows with masked niggas that never miss, boy
Charles Manson to celebrate it, somebody save us
Dr. Sebi was really curing what people gave us
I’m a beacon of what you become if you got passion
I feel like Ali, but feel like I be with all the cash is
Never could reach the masses
Label said I’m too deep and I told them people that’s frownin'
Blacks executed for movin' around
And maybe I think too deep, but I think it be for this brown skin
Pro-black isn’t anti-white
But how we act like we don’t see no tiki torches at night, ya dig?
Pro-black isn’t anti-white
But if a Nazi try me, catch these Ali hands on sight, ya dig?
Dig
He’s young, he’s handsome.
He’s a poet, a prophet
And many people believe he’ll be the next heavyweight champion of the world
Uh, yeah, boy
Yeah, black excellence, a young perfectionist
White America’s fear is intelligent men with melanin
Uh, rap effortless, son of African immigrants
Every baguete is packed like I’m 'bout to «psh, psh» with anyone
You a field nigga, posing as real nigga
An Uncle Tom that can sorta rhyme so they deal with ya
With me, I see through it
The honorable Wale Folarin, Cassius, Muhammad, Sonny Liston you lil' niggas
Say my name (Olu) now say my name (Olu)
Tell the ref to lift up my fist, Mr. Heyman, pay me my loot
Black excellence, uh, black Lexus that I
Never drive it, ride me if you get the drift
I’m the underdog, they don’t talk about what I’ve done
The odds seven-to-one, the seventh bell, you’ll be done
I talk how I talk, I’m walking that walk
Could never fight for a country that want me to fall, nah
Exiled for a short minute when Zyla was born
I beef with her mama literally was throwin' me off
But I’m back, that’s my word, if he back
Then I be in the speedback, and go «brrrrt», yeah, a gat with the words
Black excellence, chocolate city, bitch
I’m on the phone with Coon and Tak talkin' a milly, bitch
Just a correctional, cut the message off really quick
No pressure, impressive, despite they effort, hit 'em again
You have a collect call from (Wale!)
Double M and DCR and I’ma rep my dog, yeah
Nah, y’all never catch my vibes
I mean I write it, I really write it, I’m still southpaw
Awkward, lefty, introvert, it’s hard to get near me
That’s why I’m in interviews high because I be highly defensive
For real, I’m black and I’m proud, no walkin' me down
We shockin' the world again, let me get to that album
Bruh
I shook up the world!
And I’m the greatest thing that ever lived!
Black excellence
I’m king of the world!
I upset Sonny Liston
Black excellence
I must be the greatest
Black excellence
I shook up the world!
You must listen to me, I am incredible!
Alright, ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentleman, I must tell you this…
Say my name, Olu (Olu, Olu)