Who Are You Lyrics

You already know

Heard ya got your masters

Did college up

Never look back

Now that's what's happenin'

And it's good to see you made it out the hood with a degree a true man with passion

Now you can enter the so called white man's society and go right past them

Lookin' in the wall street journal for your face but it's always absent.

[...]

Everyday that's him eatin' flan and ambrosia his watch on his arm golden, Latin

Try to get his attention but he's flinching very close(unknown) so I mention

We was neighbors some time ago

He was kinda cold

In this restaurant full of his kind and mold

He sighed and tried to look surprised I know

This side of the city where he resides so

I had to go

I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes

Hate so called intellectuals no balls and suggest we vote

He stand all proud speakin' to correct his folks....

[...]

...suggest that we don't sell dope but I guess it's true but who the f*ck are you

Who are you trying to tell me who I am

Trying to tell me who I am

Who are you trying to tell me what I'm not

Tryin' to tell me what I'm not

Who are you trying to tell me who I am

Tryin' to box me in tryin' to find who I am

I'm Idi Amin

I'm Marcus Garvey

8 Track Brown

I'm Muhammad Ali

I'm Reginald Lewis

George Washington Carver

I'm Nas with incredible music

Let's do this

“Thinkin' of a Master Plan” Sippin' on Disasters

Smokin' on Gangsta

Watchin' niggaz argue chillin' on my bar stool

With my hell up in Harlem, hat in hand, with a girl named Pat

She more than the waitress you order your drink with

She's divorced the banker and bought the bar

She got an automobile

She give her order to kill

You get caught and robbed

You can see your walk is off you can lose your rhythm when your out in the gutter for awhile

You easily go from soft to hard

Now it's all about hustlers, number runners, ho's, and sharks (unknown)

And we all know the code of the block

And you're talkin' some gibberish, some anti nigga shit cause you marched back with Rosa Parks

Brother don't start

Go build your Noah's Ark

You can float to the end of the world then pretend what you're not

But I know what you are

While I roll in my car

While I'm spinnin' my knot

While our enemies plot you ain't outta the shot

Matter of fact you are an easier target

And I respect everything you accomplished, but hope that I never get old and talk that nonsense

So who the f*ck are you

Who are you, tryin' to tell me who I am

Tryin' to tell me who I am

Who are you tryin' to tell me what I'm not

Tryin' to tell me what I'm not

Who are you trying to tell me who I am

Tryin' to box me in tryin' to find who I am

See Queen Nzinga

Winnie Mandela

Ida B Wells

Why can't you tell

Why can't you tell

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