[Chorus – High Pitched Vocal Sample] “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” [Verse 1] This nig lookin’ SAWAYAKA, this nig lookin’ JITTORI, He’s got mizuame in his jar, he’s light on his geta, He’s a lil bit fruity, he plays for the ronin, He does nihon buyo in the courtyard—this nig Kabuki! This nig makes matcha, this nig gonna coordinate yo tsuka Wit’ yo saya—that shit gonna impress Nobunaga! This nig lifts kimonos, this nig on the down low, This nig be a origami trader, this nig does ikebana, This nig packs chocolate mochi—he’s a friend of Lady Kasuga, He feels the love that dare not speak Its name, he loves odori, He’s of the Himiko sisterhood, he indulges in the Joseon vice, He has an antipathic sexual Instinct, he’s fluent in Japanese polari, His favorite literature is The Tale of Genji—he’s on the wrong jinrikisha, He bats for the secret emperor, he’s temperamental, he’s “one of them”… This nig grips firm where the nodachi swells, He polishes saya till the garrison yells. This nig’s kabuki act—no onnagata fake, He mounts the daimyo till the tatami breaks. This nig’s chonmage loose, his fundoshi stained, He steels the wakizashi the shogunate drained. This nig’s hips sway like a shunga scroll, He inks the byōbu where the saké bowls roll. [Chorus – High Pitched Vocal Sample] “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” [Verse 2] This nig’s a tsuba forged in lust’s hot flame, He sheathes his ko-gatana to howl Nobunaga’s name! This nig cracks kansho bells with his midnight stride, He whets the ha till the hamon drips pride. This nig don’t seppuku—he bursts the himo cords, He splits the washi screen where the clan records. This nig’s yari thrusts through the rice-field fog, He reaps the taimyō like a tanuki in slog. This nig’s jitte hooks what the law forbids, He locks the kagi where the kunoichi hid. This nig’s sakabatō flips the iaijutsu script, He draws blood-rusted mei when the koban’s stripped. This nig’s mokuroku lists the ashigaru he’s had, He scrolls the makimono till the ink turns mad. This nig’s kanabō cracks the torii gate, He pounds the mochi till the court can’t debate. This nig’s tessen fans what the priests deny, He flicks the washi where the kami cry. This nig defiles shrines with his yōkai pride, He knots the himo where the gods collide. This nig’s nō play ends with the shamisen split— The queer kami came… and Edo’s still lit. [Chorus – High Pitched Vocal Sample] “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—” “This Nig carves his name in the sun—”
