"Once upon a time there was a little boy 

who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa

His name was Little Sambo"

 

[Zev Love X]

[mumbling]

 

[Subroc]

Uh-oh, ZL's X-ercising his right to be hostile...

 

[Zev Love X]

They always - they always try to say that coon is me for some reason

 

[Subroc]

I don't understand, man

 

[ Zev Love X]

You don't understand?!

 

[Subroc]

No, I don't know

 

[Zev Love X]

My temper tempers up to like tenward

Switched up with thoughts that I recommend

My nest is flood but thicker is blood

Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud

Ibuprofen from ( ? ) keep me from flippin' daily

Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony

In my logo you see us?

Whoever said that coon was me?

 

OH NO!

 

[Chorus x4]

Who me?

Oh...

OH NO!

 

[Zev Love X]

Holy smokes! I see it's a joke

To make a mockery of the original folks

Okay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us 

With no luck from no clover

This, irritates X, so goes into my text

Tolerates one N-word complex

Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was

In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz

Those on top of my head stand seven thick

Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick

Pigment, is this a defect in birth?

Or more an example of the richness on Earth?

Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race

Does not take up 95 percent of one's face

But still I see

In the back two or three

Ignorant punks pointing at me

 

OH NO!

 

[Chorus x4]

Who me?

Oh...

OH NO!

 

[Onyx]

Who me? 

Yo, I begs your pardon

But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?

That must be missing person

Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?

 

[Zev Love X]

Tricky tricky, must be part of the "Gas Face" series

The same one who started black cat bad luck theories

Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it

And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred

Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped

The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt

Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks

Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks

Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair

If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair

Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded

The first man played it and now we hate it?

Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness

And recommend this mental fitness

So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G

Then ask him: "Who you callin' moolie?"

 

OH NO!

 

Who me?

Oh...

OH NO!



Who me?

Oh...

OH NO!



Who me?

Oh...

OH NO!

Who...

 

[Zev Love X]

Ah man, damn, man. 

Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...

Yo Bert

Yo... 

Bert

[Bert ]

Um, what is it?

[Zev Love X]

Yo G, they wanna call me all these names

[Bert]

Aha

I know what we can do

[Zev Love X]

What can we do?

[ Bert ]

We'll ask someone out there to find...

(Little Sambo)

[Zev Love X]

What you be meanin', G?

[Bert]

Okay, pick up a crayon...

(Who me?)

No, them

[Zev Love X]

Us?

[Bert]

Yes

Kids pick up a crayon, look for...

(Little Sambo)

When you find him, draw a circle around him

[Zev Love X]

Yo Bert, you gets props, G

[Bert]

[laughs]

[Zev Love X]

Yo, have dap, man

[KMD]

Peace

[Zev Love X]

Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too