2021 · From the album There Is No End
Coonta Kinte (feat. Zelooperz)
by Tony Allen
The reading
A posthumously released Afrobeat collaboration where Detroit rapper Zelooperz turns Tony Allen's drums into a platform for naming the cost of being Black and outspoken in America
02 · Interpretation
Tony Allen & Zelooperz, 'Coonta Kinte': Speaking Loud Enough to Be Feared
'Coonta Kinte' is one of fourteen tracks on 'There Is No End', the album Tony Allen was assembling before his death in April 2020 and which Blue Note released a year later. The project was conceived as a bridge between Allen's Afrobeat drumming and a new generation of rappers from the English-speaking diaspora. On this cut, Detroit's Zelooperz takes the microphone, and the title, a phonetic nod to Kunta Kinte of Alex Haley's 'Roots', frames everything that follows as a lineage story about Black speech and Black survival.
The hook is the thesis. Zelooperz repeats that his words are powerful enough that "they might come for me," paired with the chant "ain't no justice or no peace." That protest-slogan inversion (the familiar phrasing is "no justice, no peace") reads less like a demand than a diagnosis: neither thing is on offer. The danger of speaking and the absence of recourse are stated as the baseline conditions of the song.
The first verse: catching up to the world
The opening verse is autobiographical in an oblique way. Zelooperz describes moving through the world "with no words sent from vengeance," then asks an absent figure why he was left "with no senses." The implication is a childhood without the tools to read what was happening to him. He answers the problem himself: he wasn't born with knowledge, so he had to go get it, tired of waiting for the world to lift him. The verse then slides into a scene of young people skating, getting drunk at a pavilion, as if to say the self-education happens inside ordinary nights, not in classrooms. The admission that "we all insufficient" is the quiet center of the verse.
The second verse: naming the thing
The middle verse drops the obliqueness. Zelooperz has "a bone to pick like a dinosaur's tibia," a joke that buys him the room to ask a direct question: "Why you want me in the ground? 'Cause my skin soil?" The pun on soil (dirt, and something soiled) collapses two accusations into one syllable. The next line, "I'm just a black man in a world full of colors," refuses the framing that Blackness is itself the problem. The verse ends with a line that could be sincere or bitter depending on how you hear it: every day it feels like we're getting "more lucky." In the context of a hook about being hunted for speech, luck sounds like the wrong word, which seems to be the point.
The closing verse: the room after the sermon
The final verse pulls back from protest into scene. Zelooperz is in bed, sipping something sweet, waiting for his "show to finish." The images are domestic and a little surreal: an afro ponytail, a watermelon, friends with guns ("blicky blicky"), style and thongs and skinny jeans. In the middle of it he mentions "having talks with Tony upstairs," which lands differently given that Allen was gone before the record came out. Whether written before or after Allen's death, the line now functions as a benediction, placing the drummer in the room with the people the song is about.
Why it works
Allen's drumming on the track does what it always did: it keeps time without insisting on itself, leaving the vocalist space to think out loud. That space is what 'Coonta Kinte' uses. Zelooperz isn't delivering a manifesto; he's circling a worry, admitting fear, cracking a joke, and returning to the hook. The song endures on 'There Is No End' because it demonstrates the album's premise, that Afrobeat's political inheritance (Fela Kuti's confrontations with the Nigerian state, which Allen soundtracked for two decades) translates cleanly into contemporary Black American rap without either tradition having to soften.
Themes catalogued
03 · Lyrics
"Coonta Kinte (feat. Zelooperz)"
My words are powerful I see
They might come for me
Ain't no justice or no peace
They might come for me
Everybody pretending there's no ending
When it comes to spreading the good word as he mention
I been through the world with no words sent from vengeance
What was your intentions when you left me with no senses?
Wasn't born with knowledge so I had to go and get some
I got tired of waiting for the world to pick me up
When we all insufficient
Skating after loud we getting drunk at the pavilion
Ladies hit the top too many metaphors to mention
My words are powerful I see
They might come for me
Ain't no justice or no peace
They might come for me
My words are powerful I see
They might come for me
Ain't no justice or no peace
They might come for me
Let me talk to you
I got a bone to pick like a dinosaur's tibia
I used to fall for you
When I break this shit down I'm not at all for you
Why you want me in the ground? 'Cause my skin soil?
I'm just a black man in a world full of colors
Can't take me for that I really think it's small of you
I can't wait for the day when we all loving
'Cause every day it feels like we gettin' more lucky
My words are powerful I see
They might come for me
Ain't no justice or no peace
They might come for me
My words are powerful I see
They might come for me
Ain't no justice or no peace
They might come for me
Take my own defense
Back of the bed, sweet of the sip
Had to wait a while for my show to finish
Afro ponytail twerk on watermelon
Having talks with Tony upstairs and you know we chillin'
Faye loud through the vocals everybody feeling
Style picking thongs
Wit the skinny minis
Sam and Sam and Charles wit the blicky blicky
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