Steak Um - Black Thought, ScHoolboy Q

Don’t forget who I am, don’t forget what I am

I am a black dude

And don’t ever forget how I got here

My ancestors were kidnapped

I don’t even know where the fuck I’m from

They were put on the bottom of boats

They sailed them across the Atlantic

Many of them died, only the strongest survived

And once they got here, they beat the humanity out of my people

They turned us into beasts of burdens

They made us do their work, and the irony is

Hundreds of years later they’re calling us lazy

We fought in the Civil War, we damn near freed ourselves

Now here we all are, 400-year nightmare

Took us 400 years to figure out as a people

That white people’s weakness the whole time

Was kneeling during the national anthem.

Hahahaha, heh, heh, heh, aw shit

Yo, give my regards to Paris

I make 'em go bananas for the noble savage

Steak 'em, let 'em have it, allow me to establish

The tone from a holdin' pattern above Saturn

Listen, they told me I was bound to lose

I had the crown to prove and fucked around and found the tools

Coulda failed, but I’m more compelled, I torched the trails

Of an Orson Welles, rock jewels big as oyster shells

To go from showman to shaman is not common

What’s a goon to a goblin?

What’s a goblin to Amen Ra

When the God’s been a problem?

Now get your fuckin' shine box

Before I put your party in a pine box

Remember we was broke as a promise

Let’s be honest, them hard times scattered behind us

Yachting through the Bahamas, 'bout to play St. Thomas

Cabernet Sauvignon with Fabergé egg omelets

Uh, slide down

Nigga gon' slide down Fig' like

I parked the crooked 'cause the Sig pokin', ayy

Eye for an eye, gon' keep the tears rollin', yeah

I’m Beethoven to the bass swollen, yeah

Starin' in the mirror, I was God’s bonus

Yeah, I ain’t ask for shit, I was chose for this

Plot twist, one day if my gifts got the homies chillin'

Grooviest, hood politics, the Crips scholarships

Gang foul, equal noose now, it ain’t the same 'round

Aw yeah, this lifestyle we livin', ayy

Niggas turn to base heads from picture, ayy

And leaned into the crack, got out of business, huh

Now blacks doin' coke, what’s the difference now?

Pigs turn my loc' to a witness now (Shit, fuck, fuck)

The stakes raised, well done, salute, uh

This young loc done popped out the blue, uh

Die young, I keep peace to shoot

We all knew this sixteen’s the truth, yeah

Blacked out and I find out the scoop, brrt, ayy, woo