| 21-pound
|
| Uh…
|
| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 9th vs. Thought , by - Black Thought. Song from the album Streams of Thought Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп