Talking to My Dad - Lil B

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