Текст песни Afropunk, Atlanta - M.I.C (The Master of Inane Conversation)

Shuttles off the West Coast
Gambians in space race
Black boys with a punk tape
Could not be a mistake

Engineers from the Horn
Somali born shipwrights
Best at making boats light
Don't engage in seal-fights

Fed man abolition
Central to my vision
Devastate a prison
The shape of a prism

From a March to next March
No need for a vex march
Sudanese are not parched
Disregard that French arch

Space, a dark epidermis
That's science in earnest
Melanated hygiene
So I can't say what a germ is

Our skin is like conkers
Rich like close to compost
Silence cracker encore
No Jacobs could conquer

LGBT people
Can be treated equal
Freely in our community
I'll call that impunity

The big lips of one of Trinidad's
Decorated paladins
Will spit your wotless
Eurocentric narrative

What is gentrification?
What is marginilsation?
All that talk is fiction
Not native to my nation

Caucasian worship
Gets recalibration
All that mindset does
Is hurt us with abrasion

The blacker the choice of berry
The sweeter the blended smoothie
Dark skin girls
Could be Kodak's groupies

But I've got a redskin bredrin
The same skintone as Youpi
Colourist death
That way of thinking's bookey

Black paradise
Is more than nice
Microaggressions
They're gone from my life

Black soap mountain
Shea butter fountain
Peering at landscapes
What I see's astounding

Unlock a level and unlock a stage
We got past the indignant rage
Turning page to break from the cage
At young age, make sure to engage
No slaves to the wage
We burn it like sage
Go to the mage, ignore the church gates
Find black aid, donate with your pay
Closer to the new world each passing day

Some said my lecture's too extra
Terminal Redux and I'm Vektor
Spoke of sectors full of malt nectar
That's prophecy, not conjecture
Got better by pressure of hectare
Became brilliance but not Electra
If there's anything black, I'll support it
If there's anything black, I move dexter