| In just a few moments
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| We will hear from the most powerful black man in America today
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| Uh (Everybody)
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| (I don’t think you heard me) Ayo
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| The most powerful black man in the world
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| Ayo, they ask why I seem so solemn
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| On the throne between three stone columns
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| You know the name, fuckin' up the game, no condoms
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| Everybody got damn first world problem
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| The truth is inconvenient as non-believers
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| Fearing DACA dreamers instead of FEMA
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| Bentley, Benz, or a Beamer, Fiji or Aquafina (Everybody, every goddamn body)
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| We fuck around and be the next Iwo Jima
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| The tides risin' at the same time like they synchronized
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| For makin' art, for makin' love, for makin' Hajj
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| The home is where the hatred lies, they takin' lives
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| But everybody just so saved and sanctified
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| Then they rely upon, we the few defiant ones (Everybody, every goddamn body)
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| Communicating in higher forms than Viacom
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| To dialogue before the roar of the riot horn
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| I wonder on which side of the lines I belong?
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| Lady Liberty face full of concealer
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| I’m half Masta Killa and half Hugh Masekela
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| Latrophobia, that’s a fear of the healer
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| Kaepernick is an activist, y’all in fear of the kneeler
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| Everything’s obtuse, nothin' is obscene
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| Another young life was lost on live stream
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| Another great fell from grace in high esteem
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| Then the clock struck thirteen, we in some kind of dream
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| First I’m handling first things, decipher what it means
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| To a planet of earthlings, where the question remains
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| Am I a journal or journalist? |
| Herbal eternalist
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| Olympic tournament level genius author, affirmative
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| Though turnin' back and returnin', I’m not concerned with it
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| The permanent ink paved the way out the turbulence
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| My hands against the wall outside a billiards hall
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| I hear police discussin' whether to try and kill us all
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| I questioned if that’d matter, life is like a tree that falls
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| In the woods, even with iPhone footage to see it fall
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| Great men chose the Papermate Pen or State Pen
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| The firin' pin of a pistol aimed at a playpen
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| We go from musket to a missile to a revelation (Everybody, every goddamn body)
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| Between Heaven and Satan, while I’m steady creatin'
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| And try to separate the truth from the lies that they told us
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| I even heard the Soviet’s, the 45th POTUS
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| That ain’t the photo they showed us, or acceptin' the onus
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| Did they Washington us? |
| My condolence to y’all diplomas
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| Here’s a bonus, the point of view to make things see through
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| If I’m a walking institution, I’m a HBCU
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| Face the music, keepin' it moving’s one of the great things we do
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| Yo, the devil’s tryna put together his gang, me too
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| And whether you come from Lagos or Trinidad and Tobago
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| You can either stay broke or be wealthy as Jeff Bezos
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| If you just stay woke, I was in the dark then day broke (Everybody,
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| every goddamn body)
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| Directin' questions to my ancestors until they spoke now
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| Inherently rockin' the disco currently
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| Bars is cryptocurrency, hypnotherapy
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| Shittin' on everything, 5'9″, 6'4″ lyrically
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| Crystal clarity, wonder how I spit so thoroughly
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| Stay so hungry, rappers can’t get no mercy (Everybody, every goddamn body)
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| That’s the reason any other one who spit won’t versus me
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| It’s so lonely in my own class «Formerly known as»
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| And the inscription that your headstone has
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| On my own path, in my own world like Disney’s
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| I feel the fuckin' system fail just like kidneys
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| Up steps the one who upsets all carriages
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| 'Cause it’s imperative we change the narrative
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| (Everybody) Yeah, and that’s Thought vs Everybody
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| (Everybody) Listen, check it out, that go to everybody
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| (Everybody) Yo, I got myself over everybody
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| (Everybody, every goddamn body) Yeah, every goddamn body |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought vs Everybody, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп