This ain't black vs. white,
my nikka we off that
(see Open Letter and Oceans years later "Can't believe they got a nikka to vote / Democrat? Nope, I sold dope")
Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls
It's 2010, not 1864
Uhh, yeah we come so far
So I drive around town, hard top and it's off
Uhh, in my TriBeCa loft
(
if this was indeed 2010 and not 1864, living among wealthy whites wouldn't be an accomplishment)
With my
high brow art, and my
high yellow broad
Uhh, and
my dark-skinned sis
(If it isn't black vs white, again why is he exhibiting low self-esteem where his psyche actually employs a caste system? He doesn't actually see himself as "equal")
And my best white mate, say what's up to Chris
Uhh, how's that for a mix?
(I doubt him and Chris Martin are actual friends, maybe mutual business associates but not FRIENDS, this has been exposed before)
Got a black president, got green presidents
(Again, if it wasn't black versus white, why does the color of our president matter)
"Blueprint's" in my white iPod
Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God
Uhh, we ain't tripping off that
This a Benetton ad, nikka been up off that, uhh (
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