lyrics
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Hello, my name is… whatever the game is. Whatever it takes that’ll make you famous. Do I have to smoke? What’s the formula? Not from the east but I’m living in florida. Check my back up. Is that all kosher? Am I doing what a superstar is supposed to? What about my holster? Should I have a gun, a story with a twist, and a plot to run? For fun or funds? Will it matter to son or sun? What about my girl? (Just the hook?) What about this song just for looks? Should I hit the books for more material? Not in this case, I can fake till I make it in homes of my market then hone in on targets, completing my garnish of feasting on garbage, releasing the art of depleting an artist.
HOOK (Swamburger)
Kunta Kente should’ve been my claim… couldn’t have put him in a box with a name like Kunta Kente. What the fuck you say? Kunta Kente… should’ve been my claim… couldn’t have put him in a box with a name like Kunta Kente. Oh, true. You must know Shaka Zulu. Nigga, who you? Shaka Zulu! Oh. You should meet this girl Nefertiti to address the meaning of a superceding black superstar with a limited amount of bourgeois-bop to rock mooli-pop.
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Talk about a pressure measured right for diamonds
Lypo suck it up or let the crush refine me?
Should I count a calorie or times cup size grew
Faster than the backwoods of a southern bayou?
Wonder what a wanting’s like when weight consumes.
I’m stable but a staple’s all the meds are suggesting I use.
I’m feeling locked, but I wanna rock
With all the stars having second thoughts.
Our tragedy in public rots,
Cause all we do it watch
Video vixens taking the cake, with their
Mocha twists and apple shake.
On chest is rested rep of the world in
Silicone, I plastic fastrack cracks the atlas.
With every curve few shake the urge
I ain’t gonna pass on my one chance to be heard now.
HOOK (Swamburger)
Kunta Kente should’ve been my claim… couldn’t have put him in a box with a name like Kunta Kente. Kunta Kente… should’ve been my claim… couldn’t have put him in a box with a name like Kunta Kente. I should talk to Nefertiti. Tell me what’ll happen if I change, I need a range of meaning Nefertiti! Please girl, please!
BRIDGE (Swamburger & Alexandrah)
You’ll hear my plea to become your own master
And once you do he’ll be waiting for you. Who? Shaka Zulu!
credits
from
No More Heroes,
released August 4, 2009
Produced by DiViNCi
Percussion: Ito "black bird" Colón
Guitar & Guitar EFX: Kris "grudakris" Gruda
Flute & Saxophone: Jonathon "Smally" Cestero of The Supervillains
Trombone: Clay Watson
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