Official audio of Black Thought “Magnificent” from the new album Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, available everywhere now: https://BlackThought.lnk.to/SOTV3
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Lyrics:
Two fifteen
I hurt myself to see if I could feel.
Then I began to pray to see if God was real.
I said, “All-Seeing reveal to me”. That which is concealed.
Something told me that I probably shouldn’t be behind the wheel of that Bonneville. I was still feeling kinda ill.
Not a dollar bill. Time to kill. Trying to sign a deal.
Ten years before state prop was rock la famille.
I was popping pills unaware that steel sharpens steel. I’ve grown.
Dropping my popular B-Boy poems
Took me to Amiri Baraka from Leroi Jones.
To Hajj Malik El Shabazz from Detroit Red
And to the polar opposite of what your report said.
When me and Sponart was playing our part
Creating con art to curating fine art.
Now a n**ga’s a monarch.
The torch head was forced fed,
Look how the flames flicker.
Now if it’s what Thought said, you know the name quicker.
The big homie in The Smithsonian.
I'm an ox, so the box
N**gas can’t throw me in.
The punishment imma hit em with is draconian.
It’s in me. Muscle memory is pavlovian,
The magnificent with a tinted skin tone.
Ain’t nobody fucking with me.
Keep em in the friend zone.
Keep em closer than my enemy which I depend on for that motivation.
Thats what keep a n**ga en vogue.
Fingers full of flintstones,
Louder than a motherfucking pimp's clothes.
Haters, I am the weapon the Lord formed against those.
I prefer the law of mathematics over Jim Crow’s.
My prose keep them devils jumpin out the windows.
The man telling you shams to go to hell if you a god damned pyramid, scam evangelical.
The origin of my grace is unavailable
But you would know the name of the place
Is Illadel, if you a real one.
I’m the Magnificent
Got the bop gun loaded up to kill one.
Drop cruising like Top Gun through Brazil.
When your net worth is millions, people too familiar.
My network is real young, careful where you chill son.
I’m the Magnificent
Stay playing where them bad bitches is.
Dilla, Slum Village, macknickelous.
People know my style nasty as black licorice.
Telephone stacks sickening, thats n**ga rich.
Don't make me burn your wings off like the Icarus.
The Lord take away the same thing he giveth us.
Temptation do not lead, please deliver us.
When you a beast, you kinda cease to give a fuck.
You stop listen. Please tell me not this again.
Begging “ Bring back Black, the block missing him!”
To murder tracks right in front of mad witnesses.
Forty four magnificent, what the bidness is?
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