Black Albino From Way Down South

"Once upon a time,
there was a young man..."



Yeah.



"For your mind.
Dedicated."



"Victor's a nice man.
Yeah."



"Go, Victor.
Go, Julien."



- "Go, James..."
- Yeah.



"I'm a black albino
straight from Alabama,



way down south."



"You know, I'm a black albino,
straight from Alabama



way down south."



"Then you know
that I'm a black albino,



straight from Alabama.
Yeah."



"Check it out.
Well, salutations from Polk,



it's the up above.
There's no mistaking about the name,



- because it couldn't be..."
- Yeah!



All right! All right!



"...black albino,
straight from Alabama..."



- Go, James!
- "...way down south.



Then you know
that I'm a black albino



straight from Alabama,
way down south.



Then you know
that I'm a black albino



straight from Alabama,
way down south.



Then you know
that I'm a black albino



straight from Alabama.
You've got to be smooth.



Oh-- smooth!
What does it mean?



I feel just like the E.F. Hutton
of the hip-hop scene.



I can kick a rhyme
other MCs might miss,



and it goes a little something
like this--



Hit it-- a long time ago,
I couldn't even flow,



you know? I had an Afro,
and I rapped slow.



But I took a look
inside a book,



to find my nook in society.
I'm tired of my piety.



The plan, understand,
was to become the grand man



on the rap stand, and dish out
my own brand of justice,



'cause it seems
that when I bust this,



people gather 'round
and say, "Aw nuts!"



This Polky bust rhymes
the public never heard before.



The suckers bag the mike
and start heading for the door.



...then you know
it's a black albino



straight from Alabama,
way down south.



Then you know
that I'm a black albino



straight from Alabama,
way down south..."



Go, Franklin!
Yeah!



Back in the s, they had this
world championship



of talking birds.



And they sent all these parrots
and beals--



it's a starling type of bird
from Borneo--



and boy, do they speak well.



But the championship back then
was won by a parakeet,



a little parakeet.



And the parakeet would say,
"Birds are smart,



but they can not speak."



and that really made him



Boy, was that bird good.



You can still buy a record which
repeats and repeats his sentence,



"Birds are smart,
but they cannot speak."



and you can teach your own bird.



Maybe even dogs
are gonna talk one day.



When we were kids arriving
at the breakfast table,



we had to say a poem
and it went like this...



From Julien Donkey-boy, of course.