Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The New Grit, 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
The New Grit |
I get on my jawn, when I perform I grab the bull by the horns |
You probably should try to do it, I body you maricóns |
My dynasty alliance, full of firearms, carriers |
Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius |
His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances |
Sharper than the academy of arts and sciences |
Thought’s a scientist, plus what tragedy to triumph is |
Try, try again, I rule the night with an iron fist |
An indication that you’re close to dying, I am this |
The black Moses, black roses, black violins |
When niggas go up against the choir, the sire wins |
It ain’t no way to try and cleanse true leviathans |
I’m hard-wired but it’s barbed wire |
I took that vanity, threw it into the bonfire |
Some iffy shit transpire, them guns gon' fire |
I never see my reflection, I’m like a vampire |
Your empire expired, don’t test the Esquire |
I’m blessed, the messiah, no less than fresh |
I am the best, you just tired, the fuck, is you stupid? |
This is true grit, I’ma call it the new shit |