Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soundtrack to Confusion, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Human Re Sources, Passyunk
Song language: English
Soundtrack to Confusion |
This shit crazy |
Two-fifteen |
Uh, I’m here seated at the helm |
The black soundtrack to confusion is the film |
I’m channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell the story of winnin' in life, |
then losin' it as well |
The triumph was Makaveli inspired |
Awaken a sleepin' giant, commander Tariq ibn Ziyad |
Fresh from the fire and into formal attire |
That’s from a foreign designer, I call the plug, supplier, but a high we got |
Try me not, that’s the caveat |
You’d probably get the same thing my last body got |
Poet Laureate, swift chariot, the Maserat' |
The one to watch, born the year of the ox |
I got more than a reason to revel like Desus and Mero |
Lyrical religious hero on Jesus' level |
The reason none of these heathens is even as thorough |
We bare arms like Idris or Venus de Milo |
My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it’s yellow |
I’m colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello |
I’m older than the barcode, it ain’t easy to tell though |
The rap John Henry, they send me deep in the railroad |
I’m heavy metal, the rock roller, the rebel without a pause |
Perspective is bipolar as ever, I gotta cross the bridge and then burnt it into |
ash |
A reoccurin' dream and then turnt it into cash |
The reoccurin' theme is the hurt lives in the past |
But undeniable lessons I learned live in the stash |
Uh, the breadwinner, the dead center, the head-spinner |
I heard life is a bitch, I went to bed wit' her |
I once was told to know thy self |
How can I grow myself, if I don’t know myself? |
The low-hangin' fruit for bottom feeders, no top-shelf |
I chase demons for a lotta reasons, not just health |
Seated at the throne, summonin' the ghosts like a seance |
I never take a day off work, it never pay off |
I wish for more peace on this Earth and never chaos |
As long as classrooms gettin' sprayed with the ARs |
Yeah |
Revelation of a blessin' in disguise |
I looked hate in the face and read the message in his eyes |
They clickbaited a nation and requested the response |
And dictated the makings of another renaissance |
But wait, the fate of it’s what the government decides |
And I don’t mean the state, I mean this government of ours |
The mark, Ark of the Covenant requires |
Frauds, I’m makin' a mockery of 'em with the bars alone |
The population of the world has grown |
And more people in the streets than live in gorgeous homes |
A lotta heavy conflict zones, the swords are shown |
I’m tryna study all the language on the Georgia Stones |
To quote the classic joint, «What a fool believes» |
And what the teachers of the school believes |
Is very different from what the thieves and the class in rule believes |
I’m tryna give y’all some jewelries |
We under pressure like a diamond mine |
Huntin' it somethin' like a phenomenon |
And we losin' light like M. Night Shyamalan |
Them people searchin' for somethin' with body armor on |
You never know who they wantin', that’s why we on the law |
Preparin' me, that isn’t necessary, what I’m haunted by is knowin' where the |
bodies are buried |
Yet, I’m taunted by the omen |
Knowin' my adversary, I’m gone to Neveruary |
It’s on, it’s gettin' heavy for real |