[Chorus 1]
Sex symbol, the Black Seminole
A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
African Rambo with more ammo
Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel

[Verse 1]
What's wrong? What's wrong, Mr. Man?
Your eyes are low, and you're walking with both hands on your head
His response, he's on a clean, clean high
Both feet up on the ground, but his hands way, way, way in the sky

[Chorus 2]
The Black Seminole, a head general
This deep connection, a large interval
A black man with mouths to feed
Embracing equality throughout greed

[Verse 2]
No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
And the sadness is filled with remarkable sounds
This part I've seen in my dreams
Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene

[Bridge]
Feel it
Exactly
[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
Now