Official audio of Black Thought “State Prisoner” from the new album Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, available everywhere now: https://BlackThought.lnk.to/SOTV3
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Lyrics:
We need each other, we have to have each other for our survival.
From the revolutionaries to the conservatives. A Black united front, is what we’re about.
The making of the mob
The changing of the guard
An angel from the lord, in ceremonial garb,
The big homie in charge
Main culprit at large
Emerged over the odds
The victory is ours
The talented Mr. Trotter
A midnight marauder.
If it’s blood in the water, no stopping the top shotter
I drop bombs, multiples arms like candelabras on a mission
I’m chasing chicken like a Chupacabra n**ga
Salute your father, I’m heading back to Wakanda
After the drama, rappers get medivac’d to the trauma
To kill a lion, separate it from the pride
I rule Zion, I am the most hated one alive
A gun was fired, another one expired
I represent the unwanted, undesired
Washed my hands of it all, then raised one and testified
To lyrical manslaughter, I’m guilty but justified n**ga
I’ve been hanging out on the streets since I was little
When I started hanging out at eleven, I knew what to do when I was twelve
Trust the vibe, when it’s the
Fly sinister
Philly’s certified finisher, the Prime Minister
In God’s image. The monument, the homage is to
The problem is acknowledging, how to apply penance for the transgressions
That I’ve accepted, in acquiescence of my own presence
As I inspected my loaded weapon.
Y'all just don't get it.
So stream it at your own discretion every answered question,
Investment in your own protection.
They be like Black
Well who knew, we’d be receiving a new you
That's part Zulu and Farrakhan meets Pharaoh Khufu?
Misinterpret my level of genius and call it coocoo.
But the Swahili meaning of freedom is still Uhuru
To the booth guru. I deliver the truth to you.
Who’s got the nerve to act as if this isn’t proof to you
That I will mobilize a militia then troop to you?
No telling what I’ve got n the system to shoot through you,
If it's too brutal, look the other way like
I’m bribing you, but surrender all your valuables
As if I'm robbing you, as I slide
The hassle to the side like a tassel.
The facade of the place I reside, is like a castle.
I'm The Honorable Pensèe Noir, my nom de guerre
I’m the Czar
The Peking-to-Paris, is my kind of car.
I’m the R, I’m the L, I’m the Kane.
All correlated. Unadulterated power.
The King’s been coronated. Wake up.
No masquerade, remove the make up.
It’s no sleeping. My eyes refuse to stay shut.
There’s gatekeepers responsible for this place,
But historically the authority’s been morally bankrupt.
Enter the executioner, speaking of retribution.
I will send shots to Lucifer even to catch the future .
Me and the best producers out again. On route again.
Airborne audio spores, it's like an allergen.
So in conclusion, I wanna clear the confusion,
Any rumors the artist you’re currently hearing is human.
The shapeshifter, weightlifter, I hate Hitler.
I’m the great victor behind the bars.
State prisoner
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