[Intro]
Let me see, let me see, how should I start?
Cause if I offend too many I won't chart
Maybe I'll scratch this and do another rhyme
Forget that, I'm going in on these Uncle Toms
[Verse 1]
You a self-hating, brainwashed, out of touch soft boy
You hate your own skin colour, you so lost boy
So what I'm light skin? I'm still enlightening
And I got a lot of friends that's white men
This ain't bout them
It's about you, you fronting for (everybody)
Self-esteem low, Flo-rida, T-Pain
You trying hard to impress but (It's A Front)
Laugh at you soon as you turn your back mane
So go ahead, do your thing Tom
Everybody say it now (do your thing Tom)
We gonna sit back and watch you fail
Cause it's only a matter of time
[Hook]
You're faking man, you're lying to yourself
And it's only a matter of time
Before you break down and get broken down
Living life as an uncle Tom (that's not my name)
You're faking man, you're lying to yourself
And it's only a matter of time
Before you break down and get broken down
Living life as an uncle Tom, (hey pal leave me alone)
[Verse 2]
These dudes crack me up, knowing that they came from nothing
Knowing that they got an uncle on the pipe, why they fronting
Knowing that they pops used to beat they moms like a boxer
And grandma couldn't read, permanent TV watcher
Knowing they used to be sleeping four to a bed
Couldn't afford haircuts, so mama did it instead
Knowing how it is to go to sleep and feel hungry
Knowing about flashlights and candles, no light bill money
Then you hit a lick got some cake and acting bougie
Boy you'z a corporate America groupie
They'll take ya lil' desk job so quick
Benefits, parking spot, you'll be so sick
No more office, got some to get up to
No more boss to kiss up to, what you gon' do?
Well I guess we'll know in time but now back to your boring life, uncle Tom
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Okay, the 3rd verse is getting serious
I had a convo with my grandma I was curious
When I was young I heard her use a term, I assumed it was French
So one day I finally asked her what passée blanc meant
She said, that's what they call blacks who pass for white baby
And my whole family did it, for they whole life baby
They still do, I was the first to stop
So most of them dis-own me, but I'm happy with the life I got
So I don't know a good chunk of my fam
Cause they're all somewhere living the life
Man, man, man, man the tan clan has ran they ducked out and scramed of them I'm no fan cause I am who I am
We kill blindness cause we got mission vision
We kill ignorance with intelligence and ambition
Sincerely yours, until next time
This for all the aunt Jamimas and the Uncle Toms
Let me see, let me see, how should I start?
Cause if I offend too many I won't chart
Maybe I'll scratch this and do another rhyme
Forget that, I'm going in on these Uncle Toms
[Verse 1]
You a self-hating, brainwashed, out of touch soft boy
You hate your own skin colour, you so lost boy
So what I'm light skin? I'm still enlightening
And I got a lot of friends that's white men
This ain't bout them
It's about you, you fronting for (everybody)
Self-esteem low, Flo-rida, T-Pain
You trying hard to impress but (It's A Front)
Laugh at you soon as you turn your back mane
So go ahead, do your thing Tom
Everybody say it now (do your thing Tom)
We gonna sit back and watch you fail
Cause it's only a matter of time
[Hook]
You're faking man, you're lying to yourself
And it's only a matter of time
Before you break down and get broken down
Living life as an uncle Tom (that's not my name)
You're faking man, you're lying to yourself
And it's only a matter of time
Before you break down and get broken down
Living life as an uncle Tom, (hey pal leave me alone)
[Verse 2]
These dudes crack me up, knowing that they came from nothing
Knowing that they got an uncle on the pipe, why they fronting
Knowing that they pops used to beat they moms like a boxer
And grandma couldn't read, permanent TV watcher
Knowing they used to be sleeping four to a bed
Couldn't afford haircuts, so mama did it instead
Knowing how it is to go to sleep and feel hungry
Knowing about flashlights and candles, no light bill money
Then you hit a lick got some cake and acting bougie
Boy you'z a corporate America groupie
They'll take ya lil' desk job so quick
Benefits, parking spot, you'll be so sick
No more office, got some to get up to
No more boss to kiss up to, what you gon' do?
Well I guess we'll know in time but now back to your boring life, uncle Tom
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Okay, the 3rd verse is getting serious
I had a convo with my grandma I was curious
When I was young I heard her use a term, I assumed it was French
So one day I finally asked her what passée blanc meant
She said, that's what they call blacks who pass for white baby
And my whole family did it, for they whole life baby
They still do, I was the first to stop
So most of them dis-own me, but I'm happy with the life I got
So I don't know a good chunk of my fam
Cause they're all somewhere living the life
Man, man, man, man the tan clan has ran they ducked out and scramed of them I'm no fan cause I am who I am
We kill blindness cause we got mission vision
We kill ignorance with intelligence and ambition
Sincerely yours, until next time
This for all the aunt Jamimas and the Uncle Toms
( Dee-1 )
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