Black Thought – Steak Um (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (Audio, Lyrics)

Black Thought is here with a new song titled “Steak Um” featuring ScHoolboy Q. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Sean C.

Black Thought Steak Um

When the game’s best lyricists come to mind, it’s not uncommon to see Black Thought leading the charge. And it’s really not surprising, given how impeccable his penmanship is, a benefit of his intellectual mind and seemingly limitless vocabulary. Today, the legendary rapper’s discography grew by one chapter, with his new Streams Of Thought Vol 3: Cane & Abel having officially landed. And while there’s plenty to unpack, it’s hard not to immediately gravitate toward a duet with ScHoolboy Q, who proceed to trade bars on “Steak Um.”

After a lengthy introduction from Dave Chappelle, Black Thought sets things off with a reminder of exactly what he’s about. “Listen, they told me I was bound to lose, I had the crown to prove and fucked around and found the tools,” he spits, over a dark and grimy instrumental. “Coulda failed, but I’m more compelled, I torched the trails of an Orson Welles, rock jewels big as oyster shells.”

Black Thought – Steak Um (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (prod. Sean C)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chappelle]
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.​

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
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

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
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