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black thought – live intro performance | 2020 roots picnic virtual experience كلمات اغاني

[intro]
uh_huh! two fifteen, twenty_one pound

[verse]
i said, memory banks too strong to try and jog with
i’d probably fry your omelette on some com sh_t
long fire_arms holder would i write a song with
right or wrong, moving right along
it’s a higher form of convo with the gods, i’m in dialogue with
i hear the voice of the announcer signing off, rock [?] off
through a molotov on your doorstep
a bullet from a glock tore through your cortex
[?] melanin
they all relishing the way i’m ralph mcdaniels meets ralph alison
the fine arts is elegant, dark as heaven_sent
official intelligence presented to you by the stopper
tell them cops it’s too late to talk to me proper
them south philly boys is who off jimmy hoffa
one hand is in the balance to the talented mr. trotter
and the two_fifteen [?] crew
we’ll continue to in five words, that’s not a hard core
what’s the most powerful book? that’s not the bible
they say “do as i say do.” but not as i do
it’s about time we held history liable
for survival of the most fit, let them hold this
get the people more than only hope for the hopeless
knowing the police headquarters is the coke [?]
[?] outta the four_fifth and don’t miss
i give a f_ck about confederate flags?
i got a heart more darker than america’s past
my bars is part chris parker, part malik shabazz
and just shine like a treasure taken outta the trash
but dig it, it gets deep like a bass guitar
the fiends never say the taste is off
the cdc, they trace your face back
to where your face was lost at and press 69 to call back
when the [?] provide bricks, what would you call that?
some freemason type sh_t, what would you call crack?
now we can [?] dive into this or we can just fall back
i facetime with the victims, that was just so black
i’m like, what does it give to a man who’s got everything?
freedom is above and beyond, do [?] registry
you ain’t racing with the baton, you’re not getting me
will you rotate, it’s not the proximity
it’s been about more than just the flesh
it’s so ill, i can still never catch my breath
it’s so real in the feel, so protect your neck
like you was in the seventh [?] playing chess with death
i figure i’ll be a sage for the rest of my days
the way i swerve to the stage on the crest of the wave
like a black pharoah that suckled on a breast of a slave
if you place me on a page don’t mess up the name
it goes: t_a_r one i like a monocle
the last astronomical master of the chronicle
true spelling of it is with a k and not a q
i break it down to particles and molecules
dark or melo, sl!ck l!ck of fellow, prophet of rage
an audio slave like morelos
i was raised in my formative stage
right, in the ghetto where they made me not be afraid nor to settle
i’m a one and only son of young lieutenant thomas x
knowledge, wisdom, common sense, never mind the rest
trying to find honour where there’s absolutely honorless
there’s spooks right at the door, devil behind the desk
i’m thankful that i’m wide awake for this
diaspora’s afro peak like hank willis
any activism is bad for bank business
america’s always been safe for straight k!llers
yo, the trail was tailor_made for me to fail
the k!ller be k!lled or end with me in jail
it’s funny how the new mark twain could be chapelle
and we shut down the starving trend if we prevail
i won’t be reduced to [?]
it pulls everything i wrote for slippery slope
it’s hard to cope and still push the envelope
when your mind is far beyond this kaleidoscope
ayo, the way they cutthroat a brother, do we not bleed?
and from the shots, do we not run in top speed?
whether black, blue, brown, bow_legged or knock_kneed?
every weapon is not made by martin and lockheed
are we detained if they say that we cannot leave?
am i insane if i tell you i cannot breathe?
messages written in languages they cannot read
public enemy’s chuck d’s and hank shocklee’s
stick with your preposterous beliefs
they pull up and park and let the block perish in peace
and this speech could be the last words of the deceased
that makes my next mixtapes a posthumous release
but listen, spilling a black man’s blood so iconic
i go hard today ’cause tomorrow’s not promised
do the knowledge, you could be crowned king [?]
god forbid, go back to back, some tough rhyming
the overlook effect’s an astronaut problem
let’s count down in seconds till nasa start calling
as for black thought, i’m a master
probably never be captured, method with the last report
sorrow is the debate, the statements and everything i create
the negative’s not relative, they don’t relate
that’s cool, it is what it is, can i be great?
waiting for the big payback like it’s a rebait
to elevate to the v12 from the v8
a whip so fast that it’s impossible to be late
and it’s all love, but it’s impossible if we hate
it deflates the wind from against our sails
trying to keep intact like the prince of wales
toss any infidels against the rails
heavy metal [?] no [?]
i’m in channel but still go against the grain
if you talking about my life, it’s probably a movie
who’d play me and my wife? taraji and chewy
back in the day, maybe a young [?] and ruby
my chops is like [?]
so yours truly for the oscar
i started smoking weed like a rasta when we lost casandra
that was hard to ponder
but i refuse to break down or stay sober
while history repeats itself like a mantra
i got too much more to live for
the demon and the lord out here in a turf war
it’s the way that the whole world is worse for
probably with the wildlife reclaiming the earth for
[outro]
yo, philly stand up, two_fifteen

- black thought

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