| Don’t forget who I am, don’t forget what I am
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| I am a black dude
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| And don’t ever forget how I got here
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| My ancestors were kidnapped
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| I don’t even know where the fuck I’m from
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| They were put on the bottom of boats
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| They sailed them across the Atlantic
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| Many of them died, only the strongest survived
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| And once they got here, they beat the humanity out of my people
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| They turned us into beasts of burdens
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| They made us do their work, and the irony is
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| Hundreds of years later they’re calling us lazy
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| We fought in the Civil War, we damn near freed ourselves
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| Now here we all are, 400-year nightmare
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| Took us 400 years to figure out as a people
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| That white people’s weakness the whole time
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| Was kneeling during the national anthem.
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| Hahahaha, heh, heh, heh, aw shit
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| Yo, give my regards to Paris
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| I make 'em go bananas for the noble savage
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| Steak 'em, let 'em have it, allow me to establish
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| The tone from a holdin' pattern above Saturn
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| Listen, they told me I was bound to lose
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| I had the crown to prove and fucked around and found the tools
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| Coulda failed, but I’m more compelled, I torched the trails
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| Of an Orson Welles, rock jewels big as oyster shells
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| To go from showman to shaman is not common
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| What’s a goon to a goblin? |
| What’s a goblin to Amen Ra
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| When the God’s been a problem? |
| Now get your fuckin' shine box
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| Before I put your party in a pine box
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| Remember we was broke as a promise
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| Let’s be honest, them hard times scattered behind us
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| Yachting through the Bahamas, 'bout to play St. Thomas
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| Cabernet Sauvignon with Fabergé egg omelets
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| Uh, slide down
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| Nigga gon' slide down Fig' like
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| I parked the crooked 'cause the Sig pokin', ayy
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| Eye for an eye, gon' keep the tears rollin', yeah
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| I’m Beethoven to the bass swollen, yeah
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| Starin' in the mirror, I was God’s bonus
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| Yeah, I ain’t ask for shit, I was chose for this
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| Plot twist, one day if my gifts got the homies chillin'
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| Grooviest, hood politics, the Crips scholarships
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| Gang foul, equal noose now, it ain’t the same 'round
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| Aw yeah, this lifestyle we livin', ayy
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| Niggas turn to base heads from picture, ayy
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| And leaned into the crack, got out of business, huh
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| Now blacks doin' coke, what’s the difference now?
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| Pigs turn my loc' to a witness now (Shit, fuck, fuck)
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| The stakes raised, well done, salute, uh
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| This young loc done popped out the blue, uh
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| Die young, I keep peace to shoot
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| We all knew this sixteen’s the truth, yeah
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| Blacked out and I find out the scoop, brrt, ayy, woo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steak Um, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп