Ladies and gentlemen, it will be the greatest pleasure that I present... NiggyTardust





... NiggyTardust: Grippo King, philosopher, and artist

Downright to the marrow, he's the arrow through the heartless

Sunlight in the afternoon, his shadow travels furthest

Woven through the heart of doom, he's bursting through the surface

Hardly nervous, suffice to say, he understands his purpose:

Threshold King of everything, a comical absurdist

Sometimes when he talks he sings, yet keeps his high notes wordless

Sing along when Niggy sings

Without you he'd be worthless, homeless, Earth-less

Venus Hottentot, up in the circus

Freak show here him speak so properly, 'cause every word is measured against meaning

Probably scheming to unlearn us

Don't you call him by his name! White people call him 'Curtis'





When I say Niggy, you say nothing...

Niggy. Niggy

When I say Niggy, you say nothing

Niggy. ("Nothing! "). Shut up

When I say Niggy, you say nothing...

Niggy. Niggy

When I say Niggy, you say nothing

Niggy. ("Nothing! "). Shut up





"Put your mama on the phone"

You can't say that, girl, Niggy's grown

What your daddy gonna do?

He can't deny what he knows true

What the preacher gonna say? Preacher can't shit, girl, the preacher gay

What your granny gonna do? She can't deny the truth

Hey! NiggyTardust, here to stay!

Paint him on your lunchbox or your thermos, for a fee

You might win the chance to hang with Niggy for a day!

Side effects may include simply doing what you say

Hey! NiggyTardust, no guitar

Ghetto Gothic millionaire

A super-duper star! Side effects may include simply being who you are

You are yourself, my darling dear, and where never niggar





When I say Niggy, you say nothing...

Niggy. Niggy

When I say Niggy, you say nothing

Niggy. ("Nothing! "). Shut up

When I say Niggy, you say nothing...

Niggy. Niggy

When I say Niggy, you say nothing

Niggy. ("Nothing! "). Shut up





So what y'all niggas wanna do?

I'm standing at the Pearly Gates so you can run and get your crew

I'm knockin once then I'm bustin' through, with some gold Diadoras and a shirt that reads, "Do unto who? "

What y'all niggas wanna do?

Elevate the race or love these other motherfucker's too?

The choice is yours, which means it's up to you

But how can I love myself if I can't love you?

... NiggyTardust... NiggyTardust