Cassius (Excellency) - Wale, DJ Money

And you, George Foreman

All of you chumps are gonna bow when I whoop him

All of ya!

I know you got him, I know you got him picked

But the man’s in trouble

I’ma show YOU how GREAT I AM!

Hold up!

Black excellence, I be rappin' it differently, uh

Tell Howard Cosell I’m Howard Hughes with this rapping thing?

(uh)

Underrated from Chocolate City with all the flavor

My bitches ball like I’m Q. McCall, they Sanaa Lathan

Black excellence, we depart from the negative, boy

Black denim that keep a knot like a pessimist, boy

Black niggas hate black niggas, that’s evident so

Keep black windows with masked niggas that never miss, boy

Charles Manson to celebrate it, somebody save us

Dr. Sebi was really curing what people gave us

I’m a beacon of what you become if you got passion

I feel like Ali, but feel like I be with all the cash is

Never could reach the masses

Label said I’m too deep and I told them people that’s frownin'

Blacks executed for movin' around

And maybe I think too deep, but I think it be for this brown skin

Pro-black isn’t anti-white

But how we act like we don’t see no tiki torches at night, ya dig?

Pro-black isn’t anti-white

But if a Nazi try me, catch these Ali hands on sight, ya dig?

Dig

He’s young, he’s handsome.

He’s a poet, a prophet

And many people believe he’ll be the next heavyweight champion of the world

Uh, yeah, boy

Yeah, black excellence, a young perfectionist

White America’s fear is intelligent men with melanin

Uh, rap effortless, son of African immigrants

Every baguete is packed like I’m 'bout to «psh, psh» with anyone

You a field nigga, posing as real nigga

An Uncle Tom that can sorta rhyme so they deal with ya

With me, I see through it

The honorable Wale Folarin, Cassius, Muhammad, Sonny Liston you lil' niggas

Say my name (Olu) now say my name (Olu)

Tell the ref to lift up my fist, Mr. Heyman, pay me my loot

Black excellence, uh, black Lexus that I

Never drive it, ride me if you get the drift

I’m the underdog, they don’t talk about what I’ve done

The odds seven-to-one, the seventh bell, you’ll be done

I talk how I talk, I’m walking that walk

Could never fight for a country that want me to fall, nah

Exiled for a short minute when Zyla was born

I beef with her mama literally was throwin' me off

But I’m back, that’s my word, if he back

Then I be in the speedback, and go «brrrrt», yeah, a gat with the words

Black excellence, chocolate city, bitch

I’m on the phone with Coon and Tak talkin' a milly, bitch

Just a correctional, cut the message off really quick

No pressure, impressive, despite they effort, hit 'em again

You have a collect call from (Wale!)

Double M and DCR and I’ma rep my dog, yeah

Nah, y’all never catch my vibes

I mean I write it, I really write it, I’m still southpaw

Awkward, lefty, introvert, it’s hard to get near me

That’s why I’m in interviews high because I be highly defensive

For real, I’m black and I’m proud, no walkin' me down

We shockin' the world again, let me get to that album

Bruh

I shook up the world!

And I’m the greatest thing that ever lived!

Black excellence

I’m king of the world!

I upset Sonny Liston

Black excellence

I must be the greatest

Black excellence

I shook up the world!

You must listen to me, I am incredible!

Alright, ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and gentleman, I must tell you this…

Say my name, Olu (Olu, Olu)