Ladies and jerks
We are
The Scary-otypes!
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four!
I'm at war with Negro morays
I'm at war with girl norms
My mother stands in doorways making me turn to form
Be a good football player instead of just a brother
So the sisters won't be able to tell me from the others
Yeah, I'm the sole brother
Up in this motherfucker!
Yeah, I'm the sole brother
Up in this motherfucker!
Yeah, I'm the sole brother
Up in this motherfucker!
Yeah, I'm the sole brother here
So Roots blew your mind?
You didn't know it was that bad?
I learned that shit in third grade
In Miss Menderas' class
But you're still a bunch of slaves
And you're driving me insane
'Cause the whip across your shoulder
Is connected to your brain!
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four!
I'm a sole brother (And he done no wrong)
I'm a sole brother (And he done no wrong)
I'm a sole brother (And he done no wrong)
He the sole brother here