9th vs. Thought - Black Thought

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I’m not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine

I’m sick as I ever been

Rollin' out of the dealership and the McLaren

These rappers is Peter Pan, I’m Pan-African

Space invader black and nem

Mixin' Alexander McQueen with Haider Ackermann

Real rapture in the form of a living man

I don’t give a damn, not a mortal could test me

See, I don’t get examed

I’m a high priest and a wild beast

Once warrior, now chief-the mouthpiece of the foul East

And I’m a rock 'em, sock 'em robot, hops, I drop bombs

Any flow I got come at you like «dot coms»

You should know I’m not, for the run of the mill drill

I’m still trill, the flame thrower, the real deal

I don’t coincide aside with the oddness

Your highness is where the pantheon of the gods is, I promise

I’m known for being brutally honest

If lyricism is spiritual to you then rewind this

I’ma kill 'em but it ain’t about to be with kindness

I believe the industry about to see a conquest

Changin' of the mindset

Money just a concept, never been a object

Even when my mother was livin' up in the projects

Now my waitin' is higher than young Richard Pryor get

Still speakin' my mind, just in a different dialect

It takes two to make anthropology

The student and the study

That being the case

It is time for the study to examinate the student

And to evaluate its own self

I said, I seen it all, I had it all and I ain’t mad at all

This rapper toss gravitas like a cannonball

Stayin' up all night, throwin' my sleep pattern off

I need a doctor on call to keep Adderall

Position of my commission is trilateral

You fuckin' with me, you trippin' for tryin' that at all

I mess around, make the call, get the gat involved

I know people, it’s a small world after all

My credit card say it’s onward at the mall

My broad lookin' like she Cinderella at the ball

Reborn every January like a Capricorn

From downtown, no Ryan Lewis and Macklemore

It’s yours truly, I’m Paul Mooney, I’m George Clooney

I’m fully immersed in the craft, bringin' awards to me

The bass player said he gon' sue me

I gave the finger to him, the Lord gave a round of applause to me

My soul winnin', I’ve been goaltendin'

Cold sentence, chrome pen, a nigga gone 'til it’s no limit

The vision came to me so vivid

My observation was if money for the takin', I’ma go and get it

Y’all know my everyday lay, no costume

I murk rappers and they can’t play no possum

Another studio but it’s the same old outcome

I told my nigga Small Vicious, «Baby, we got one»

Listen

Accurate scholarship and fee dedicated artists would reveal a singularly

important thing

Racism was and is not only a mark of ignorance

It was and is a monumental fraud