A sweaty funk jam from back when Chef could really throw it down (which was roughly, uh, 1969). Basically, the guy needs to get some (more?), and plays the highbrow angle with fancy words.
The parting shot about slaves on horses and a "racial relationship" might be hinting at anti-miscegenation laws, and keeping blacks within careful boundaries. Is his "emancipator" and "love educator" a white woman?
Perhaps his vocabulary also reflects a desire to fight against the culture of black anti-intellectualism that plagues us still.
A sweaty funk jam from back when Chef could really throw it down (which was roughly, uh, 1969). Basically, the guy needs to get some (more?), and plays the highbrow angle with fancy words.
The parting shot about slaves on horses and a "racial relationship" might be hinting at anti-miscegenation laws, and keeping blacks within careful boundaries. Is his "emancipator" and "love educator" a white woman?
Perhaps his vocabulary also reflects a desire to fight against the culture of black anti-intellectualism that plagues us still.