I'm with this!
[Chorus:]
Complexion! Two-step.
Complexion don't mean a thing! It's a Zulu love.
Complexion! Two-step.
It all feels the same. It's a Zulu love.
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the morning sun,
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done –
Sneak dissin'!
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga,
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill witcha,
You know, I'd go the distance, you know, I'm ten toes down,
Even if massa listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention…
[Chorus:]
Complexion! Two-step.
Complexion don't mean a thing! It's a Zulu love.
Complexion! Two-step.
It all feels the same. It's a Zulu love.
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the morning sun,
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run –
Sneak dissin'!
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga,
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill witcha,
You know, I'd go the distance, you know, I'm ten toes down,
Even if massa listenin', I got the world's attention,
So Imma say something that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival.
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces,
Then Whit told me, “A woman is woman, love the creation,
It all came from God.” Then you was my confirmation.
I came to where you reside,
And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes,
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with…
[Chorus:]
Complexion! Two-step.
Complexion don't mean a thing! It's a Zulu love.
Complexion! Two-step.
It all feels the same. It's a Zulu love.
[Bridge:]
You like it, I love it. [×8]
Where the homegirl Rapsody at? I need you to speak your mind real quick, loved one!
[Verse 3: Rapsody]
Let me talk my Stu Scott, excuse me on my 2Pac,
Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy,
Color of your skin, color of your eyes?
That's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's baby,
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey,
All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave.
12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too dark,
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid.
Enforcin' my dark side like a young George Lucas,
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid,
And frame of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' “Woo Hah!”
Need a paradox for the pair of doc's they tutored,
Like two Todd's, L.L., you lose two times
If you don't see you beautiful in your complexion;
It ain't complex to put it in context,
Find the air beneath the kite, that's the context.
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no contest,
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed.
Ain't no stress, jigaboos wannabe,
I ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey.
I'm talkin' days we got school watchin' movie screens,
And spike your self-esteem,
The new James Bond gon' be black as me,
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea,
And it's all beautiful to me,
Call your brothas magnificent, call all the sistas queens,
We all on the same team, Blues and Pirus, know colors ain't a thing.
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Barefoot babies with no cares.
Teenage gun toters that don't play fair, should I get out the car?
I don't see Compton, I see something much worse,
The land of the landmines, the hell that's on earth.