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 $#&@ 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' ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% %#@! 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 $#&@ 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