Talking To My Dad

(álbum: Gutta Dealership - 2020)

How much you need? Four fingers
Peruvian flake. Red Head Mexican
Got the beer hit the fuckin jazz festival
We don't eat the fake ass grapes with the seeds in them
I seen castles in Russia built by Moors
Africans: got castles in England
But they won't tell you that
We know what we know, but we can't tell you about our history
They act like we radical;
I ain't never been a jiggaboo, my black heroes are me and you
My mind fucked up
This the reason why I see it: I'm a king
I made white, latino, and chinese alladat
You heard of the African River, the silk worm?
You know where we came from?
The Russian language is Black
You say who I am
I know who I'm not
That Black man from Africa and we migrated
The Russian language is US!
We had a child with a Russian woman
The son of Black, the Russian language
People wrong, they need to shut up
You think I got an ego? Nah, it's just us
Working on my knowledge of self
The real man is leaders, hunters, educators
The real men are leaders and educators, hunters

I got knowledge of self now, talking to my dad, the only man I trust now
I came from the skeet. It ain't a race war because we don't compete
I got knowledge of self now, talking to my dad, the only man I trust now
I came from the skeet. It ain't a race war because we don't compete
It's Lil B