Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cassius (Excellency), artist - Wale.
Date of issue: 06.05.2018
Song language: English
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) |