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"I'm on my Malcolm X": Genesis Owusu shares powerful new song, 'Whip Cracker'

5 June 2020 | 12:06 pm | Emma Jones

Genesis Owusu has released a powerful new song he wrote two years ago titled Whip Cracker, deserving as mandatory listening for any ally.

GENESIS OWUSU has shared a powerful new song today titled 'Whip Cracker'.

Genesis Owusu said of the song, "This song is called Whip Cracker. I wrote it a year ago, wrote a lot of the lyrics 2 years ago, and it frustratingly doesn't get less relevant. I'm not gonna sit here and try to convince anyone why me and my family's lives matter. I'm not gonna be congratulating white people for not being racist, and I'm not gonna beg and plead for the justice of my people anymore, I'm taking that shit."

Over an urgent, almost heartbeat-like beat, Genesis Owusu emotion is palpable from the very first lyric. Taking aim at racists and his own experiences, 'Whip Cracker' is a song that demands your attention. Coming with a black and white video that shows the man himself in a dark room with just himself standing in front of the camera, he delivers the powerful protest song straight down the lens, making for a compelling, potent visual to voice his anger. When his rapping ends and a swirl of instrumentation kicks in, Genesis Owusu simply but strikingly remains still as the song plays out, before cutting to an even more striking visual as the clip snaps into colour to depict what appears to be blood dripping from his mouth.

As discussion reaches fever pitch online following days of protests in the United States and solidarity protests around the world after the death of black citizens by police officers, 'Whip Cracker' is an absolutely vital release providing necessary perspective away from the virtual pats on the back many allies are turning to in social media spaces. Its power as both a song and a visual, and a statement, cannot be overstated and is absolutely mandatory listening for any white ally as we continue to teach ourselves and unlearn our own racist and privileged behaviours. Protests around the country are planned for this weekend, and links to donate and sign petitions are at the bottom of this article. 'Whip Cracker' is the perfect soundtrack to do so.

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Read the lyrics below:

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved,

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved,

Uh, hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate,

Hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate

Look into the eyes of your master,

Tell me if he still got the answer,

If he point my ass to the pastor, Better go Casper 'fore a disaster,

Why you askin' why I'm so jaded,

Who forgot your thoughts on the races,

Mammy got the crumbs from your faces,

Fed all your babies,

Still copped the racist,

You a woman beater but you still want respect,

Fucker bet,

Sit your ass in prison, sucker you get checked,

I digress,

Goofy motherfucker slip and you get slept,

Hope you wept,

You aint getting saved, I'm on my Malcolm X

Mama say, mama sah, you a fuckin' star,

Keep your hands to yourself when you at the bar,

Mama say, mama sah, you gon' hold these scars,

I don't care 'bout your cars, you be fuckin' smart

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved,

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved

Mama say, mama sah, you a fuckin' star,

Keep your hands to yourself when you at the bar

I've been rockin' rockin' with my crew,

We don't fuck with neo-nazi spew,

Say wassup to you, you, you and you,

You rolling with the fuckin' CBR ZOO

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved,

Spit up on your grave,

Hope my soul behave, we so depraved,

Uh, hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate,

Hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate

Whip your hands,

Whip your ass,

Whip your man's whip,

This ain't the 50s,

You ain't talkin' shit,

Know your place,

Know your role,

'Fore you get tripped,

You ain't no massas,

Your place's been flipped,

Whip your hands,

Whip your ass,

Whip your man's whip,

This ain't the 50s,

You ain't talkin' shit,

Know your place,

Know your role,

'Fore you get tripped,

You ain't no massas,

Your place's been flipped

Uh, hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate,

Hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate,

Hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate,

Hope your soul is safe,

We gon' hold your fate

Words by Emma Jones

Image: Supplied

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