Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cassius (Excellency) , by - Wale. Release date: 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) |