The Who? featuring David Banner - SA-ROC, David Banner

On January 17th 1961

I was beaten then tortured then murdered by guns

(Who am I?)

The firing squad, The CIA, the Mi6, the Belgians were in on it

(Who am I?)

Mubutu too tried to kill the cause by killing me silly see Because the flesh

dies only to set the soul free

And it landed in this MC manifest destiny but only for the Africans

The salt of the earth the father of man they gave a cross then They took the

land

(Who am I?)

As long Belgians continued to mine

Then I guess the DRC was fine

No its not

(Who am I?)

(copper, and zinc tin and coal and don’t forget diamond and gold)

(Who am I?)

My body dip in acid

All for greed and I just wanted them to leave

(Who am I?)

The United Nations turned their backs while the Europeans cleansed the blacks

(Who am I?)

The Soviet Union wanted to assist

But the USA just labeled me a communist

(Who am I?)

Pan African, pro people, prolific against evil

Whether it comes through war or peace

Please remember my name — it’s Patrice, Lamumba

Tell me what u working with

I’m ready to assault this track before I murder it

Cuz I use words to purge my aggression I suggest you avoid becoming a victim of

my murmurings

I get my big words from my mama Nem

She taught me how to read and ever since I’ve had a yearn for them

And that’s how this shy girl can talk shit and stay clean, excuse my foul mouth

I slip up and say things in rap life that real life can’t seem to handle

Like how I’m a better rapper than u and all your family

And I’ll verbally slap you all around a few rounds until you king me the

greatest of the space/time continuum

See great writers made me

Not Jay-Z but Langston

I’m still trying digest a dream deferred

And every time I put my pen down to paper I imagine saving babies from a bitter

life in a heinous world

But they don’t wanna hear the pain just the glory

And they don’t wanna take the blame just change the gist of the story

And they’ll take me as a trophy but not as MVP

Cuz they don’t wanna admit it but they envy me

I’ll tell u why because these hips and thighs created life in 7 days

And I can take it all away with just 1 verse spit in 7 ways

And the control u think u hold over me?

Guess what it’s obsolete

I copped a beat and laid heat like burnt edges

Play me?

You’ll pay me

My 16s like vendettas

This rap dope but truth told I been better

Just a prelude to deluge of poetic justice

No box braids I cock aim and blow brains with all my substance

I don’t need witticisms to make a hitter and I don’t need sports references to

make my lyrics any clearer

Eff Jordan, I’m rolling with zora, cuz my eyes been watching god since I first

looked in the mirror

And dare I say it that I’m a conscious entertainer?

my confidence in my craft

makes me comfortable with the label

But… I defy all conventions, my unorthodox behavior makes me garner your

attention like a peep show

The exposure keeps you riveted in place you’re conflicted I’m the illest but u

can’t let em know u think so

Acceptance is the last stage of grief so I’ll keep the peace

I’ll let u have your moment fore I make you take a knee

And savor each and every piece that I secrete from me

Contrary to pop opinion, we ain’t created equally

See, That my friend would require me to be human

I’m an alien, an outcast, a pillar in a land of ruin