| Then I began to pray to see if God was real
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| I said, «All Seeing, reveal to me that which is concealed»
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| Somethin' told me that I probably shouldn’t be behind the wheel of that
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| Bonneville
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| I was still feelin' kinda ill, not a dollar bill
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| Time to kill, tryna sign a deal
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| Ten years before state prop was rock la famille
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| I was poppin' pills unaware that steel sharpens steel, I’ve grown
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| Droppin' my popular B-Boy poems (Magnif-Magnificent)
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| Took me to Amiri Baraka from LeRoi Jones
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| To Hajj Malik el-Shabazz from Detroit Red (Magnif-Magnificent)
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| And to the polar opposite of what your report said
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| Well, me and Sponart was playin' our part
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| Creatin' con art to curatin' fine art, now a nigga’s a monarch
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| The torch head was force fed, look how the flames flicker
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| Now if it’s what Thought said, you know the name quicker
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| Uh, ay, yo (I'm magnificent)
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| The big homie in The Smithsonian (I am magnificent)
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| I’m an ox, so the box niggas can’t throw me in
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| The punishment I’ma hit 'em with is draconian
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| It’s in me (Magnif-Magnificent), muscle memory is Pavlovian
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| The magnificent with a tinted skin tone
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me, keep 'em in the friend zone
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| Keep 'em closer than my enemy, which I depend on for that motivation
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| That’s what keep a nigga en vogue
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| Fingers full of Flintstones
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| Louder than a motherfuckin' pimp clothes
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| Haters, I am the weapon, the Lord formed against those
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| I prefer the law of mathematics over Jim Crow’s
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| My prose keep 'em devils jumpin' out the windows (Magnif-Magnificent)
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| The man tellin' you shams to go to hell if you a god damn pyramid,
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| scam evangenical
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| The origin of my grace is unavailable
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| But you would know the name of the place is Illadel, if you a real one
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| Ayy, yo
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| (I, I, I, I, I’m magnificent)
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| Got the bop gun loaded up to kill one
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| Drop cruisin' like Top Gun through Brazil
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| When your net worth is millions, people too familiar
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| My network is real young, careful where you chill, son
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| I’m the magnificent
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| Stay playin' where them bad bitches is
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| Dilla, Slum Village, macknickelous
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| People know my style nasty as black licorice
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| Telephone stacks sickenin', that’s nigga-rich (God damn)
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| Don’t make me burn your wings off like the Icarus (I am magnificent)
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| The Lord take away the same thing he giveth us
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| Temptation, do not lead, please deliver us (I am magnificent)
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| When you a beast, you kinda cease to give a fuck
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| You stop listening, please tell me not this again
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| Begging, «Bring back Black, the block missin' him»
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| To murder tracks right in front of mad witnesses
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| Forty-four magnificent, what the bidness is?
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| (I am the most magnificent)
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| (I, I, I, I, I’m the magnificent) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magnificent , by - Black Thought. Song from the album Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп