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Intro (Showtunes)


[Six minutes, black man, you’re on…]


Yeah yeah

This is black man for sale

And if everything must go then I am for sale

The peacocks of Pigeon Town, so I fan my tail

I be proud to pop my collar on my damn lapel

Bitch, I been a shuffle tap-stepper for ten cent plate of grits with black pepper

Filet of fried fish if they twist and if not then it’s back to my shine box

Or punchin time clocks

Til it’s time for me to be dropped in my pine box

Praying to God that my soul will sell

Seein if the contract read like droppin soap in jail

But at least I’ll get my 15 minutes to show my ass on a track

to say I shit on these niggas

Now they’s got ya where they’s want ya

Throw up velvet ropes to separate the prince from the pauper

The lighter from the darker

The Belafonte from the Poitier

Black man for sale, make an offer


[Auction announcer]


We been bamboozled, led astray, and run amok

But I still stanky leg on the stage for 100 bucks

Rock a conk with a crinkle and a periwinkle tux

For a 9 to 5, I shuck n jive aw shucks

They loved it how we played our horn

Til we wrote it down and white folks couldn’t play our songs

But uh, I guess that don’t really matter, um

If Josephine Baker popped her pussy with bananas on

If I gave a dog a bone, he better get catch it

Or step and fetch it

Or Mantan, so he could sleep and eat

Get the message

Hambone, have you heard?

Nah, he ain’t catch it

Give em less Marcus Garvey and more of that J J Evans

United we stand, divided we fall

Let’s keep it tighter than pantyhose

That’s two sizes small

Make more ways to make a way

Outside rappin and ball

for a plaque on the walldancinUntil then, I’m tap












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