What's the matter? Bettin' that I threaten your security.
Denying and defying sense of "racial purity".
The tricks are 86'ed, there ain't nothing to be fixed.
Who you calling "mixed up", boy? I'm only mixed.
Should I feel out of place because I don't pick a race,
Take your stereotype and mash it up in your face?
'Cause if I didn't tell you I bet you wouldn't know
I was an O-R-E-O!

"High Yella Hero!" I'm hearing the calls.
The best of both worlds here to break down the walls.
This is going out to my Halfrican peers.

Wholottamulattowholottamulattowholottamulatto.

Got a checkered flag waving at full, full mast.
In Paris I'm "metise", in London "half-caste".
To the rebel white girl it's a dream come true,
Black enough to scare daddy but not to scare you.
Coffee and cream makes that dream so delish.
You wanna throw a little salt & pepper on that dish?
'Cause if I didn't tell you, you never would have known
That I'm the real Black Irish, the real 2 Tone.