Nas, Megaski - Who Are You lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Megaski - Who Are You lyrics]
Hudson
Heard you got your master's
Did college up, never looked back
Now that's what's happening
And it's good to see you made it out the hood
With a degree, a true man with passion
Now you could enter the
So-called "White Man's Society"
And go right past 'em
Looking in the Wall Street
Journal for your face but it's always absent
There he go, that's him
Eating flan and ambrosia, watch
On his arm, golden, laughin'
Try to get his attention, but he's flinching
Guess my grimy clothes threw him off
So I mention we were neighbors some time ago
He was kinda cold, in this restaurant
Full of his kind and more
He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
His 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, he suggests we vote
He stand all proud
Speaking to correct his folks
He want to lecture folks
'cause he professional
And he suggest that we don't sell dope
And I guess it's true
But who the fuck are you?
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna tell me who I am?
Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
Tryna tell me what I'm not
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
I'm Idi Amin, I'm Marcus Garvey
H rap Brown, I'm Muhammad Ali
I'm Reginald Lewis, George Washington Carver
I'm Nas with incredible music, let's do it
Thinking of a master plan
Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
Watching niggas argue
Chillin' on my bar-stool
With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
With a girl named Pat
She more than a waitress to
Order your drink with
She divorced a banker and bought the bar
She got an automobile
She give an order to kill
You get caught and robbed
We could see your walk is off
You could lose your rhythm when you
Outta the gutter for a while
You easily go to soft from hard
Now we all about hustlers, number runners
Hoes and sharks
And we all know the code of the block
And you talking some gibberish
Anti-nigga shit
'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks?
Brother, don't start
Go build your Noah's Ark
You could float to the end of the world
And pretend what you not
But I know what you are
While I roll in my car
And I'm spending my knot
While my enemies plot
You ain't out of the shot
Matter of fact, you're an easier target
And I respect everything you accomplished
But I hope I never get
Old and talk that nonsense
So who the fuck are you?
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna tell me who I am?
Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
Tryna tell me what I'm not
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
She Queen of Nzinga
Winnie Mandela, Ida B wells
Why can't you tell? Why can't you tell?
Heard you got your master's
Did college up, never looked back
Now that's what's happening
And it's good to see you made it out the hood
With a degree, a true man with passion
Now you could enter the
So-called "White Man's Society"
And go right past 'em
Looking in the Wall Street
Journal for your face but it's always absent
There he go, that's him
Eating flan and ambrosia, watch
On his arm, golden, laughin'
Try to get his attention, but he's flinching
Guess my grimy clothes threw him off
So I mention we were neighbors some time ago
He was kinda cold, in this restaurant
Full of his kind and more
He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know
His 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, he suggests we vote
He stand all proud
Speaking to correct his folks
He want to lecture folks
'cause he professional
And he suggest that we don't sell dope
And I guess it's true
But who the fuck are you?
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna tell me who I am?
Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
Tryna tell me what I'm not
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
I'm Idi Amin, I'm Marcus Garvey
H rap Brown, I'm Muhammad Ali
I'm Reginald Lewis, George Washington Carver
I'm Nas with incredible music, let's do it
Thinking of a master plan
Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster
Watching niggas argue
Chillin' on my bar-stool
With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand
With a girl named Pat
She more than a waitress to
Order your drink with
She divorced a banker and bought the bar
She got an automobile
She give an order to kill
You get caught and robbed
We could see your walk is off
You could lose your rhythm when you
Outta the gutter for a while
You easily go to soft from hard
Now we all about hustlers, number runners
Hoes and sharks
And we all know the code of the block
And you talking some gibberish
Anti-nigga shit
'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks?
Brother, don't start
Go build your Noah's Ark
You could float to the end of the world
And pretend what you not
But I know what you are
While I roll in my car
And I'm spending my knot
While my enemies plot
You ain't out of the shot
Matter of fact, you're an easier target
And I respect everything you accomplished
But I hope I never get
Old and talk that nonsense
So who the fuck are you?
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna tell me who I am?
Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not?
Tryna tell me what I'm not
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
She Queen of Nzinga
Winnie Mandela, Ida B wells
Why can't you tell? Why can't you tell?