The Kramer

[Intro: Michael Richards]

Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Throw his ass out. He's a nigga! He's a nigga! He's a nigga! A nigga, look, there's a nigga!

[Verse 1: Wale]

The color of my skin, content of my character

Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone

White with a badge or anyone

Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in

Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against

The race war, when it's us against all of them

They subconsciously low talk us

And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it

And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

This dark content for those of dark complexion

Who's x-ed off rip, who gon' listen to us?

Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us?

Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us?

Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us?

I'm just an insecure N.I.G. er

[Break: Wale]

Please listen to me, please listen to me

Please listen to me, N.I.G. er

Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me?

Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er

Listen to me, who gon' listen to me?

Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er

Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me?

Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G

[Verse 2: Wale]

Hey, and P say that I should stop saying "nigga"

But if I did, what would be the difference?

I'd still be a nigga, he'd still be a nigga in his feelings

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

There'd still be niggas out killing

And still be white people still out to get us

And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us

And still be lazy and paranoid niggas

I'm paramount, nigga, I am, and you can't be mad

'Cause I choose the word "nigga," lemme air it out, nigga

"Nigga" ain't bad, see, niggas just had

A clever idea to take something they said

Into something we have, something we flipped

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Bitches ain't shit, but women ain't bitches

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

And bitches say "bitch" like bitch is not offensive

When niggas say "bitch," all of the sudden, they offended

A nigga say "nigga" to a nigga

A nigga write "nigga" in a lyric

Expect the white boy to omit it

The white boy spit it like he spit it

Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't niggas

And say "Nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it"

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Until a Black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit

He thinks "Aw, forget it, it's so insignificant and little"

The white boy sees this as a clearance

Now it's, "Nigga, nigga, nigga," every single day

And that little nigga-nigga, think it's okay

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

And it begins to faze him more each day

The things they say went a little too far

He couldn't tell the difference between a "-a" or "-er"

So they just keep going, saying "nigga" in his face

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

And any connotation is viewed many ways

'Cause under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer

Self-hatred, I hate you

And myself

Niggas!

[Outro: Michael Richards]

Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act... And I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a... a rage... And uh, uh... said some pretty, uh... nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk... For this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm... I'm deeply, deeply sorry