Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
Drastic, it aint plastic its Pro-Blackness
Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin
Im dashin I mastered the craft of mashin
The level-headed throughbred, the females passion
Mag-netic attraction be keepin them askin
The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin
Swerve half-naked, wont come near crashin
But if I go to heaven, would yall know my name
or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for you freedom dog, thats whats happening
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
And every word thats understood is a transaction
Im an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to be something in life
You aint gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart thats filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you want to be high
Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins in your mens til you thought could box
A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
Im precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
We up close on em with toast but no crust
Its fructose on em they froze and wont bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust
Got to put it to you straight, yall fools is jacked up
Came close to the upmost but no cigar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award winnin its the worlds eighth wonder
Come on
Your first impression might be Im a asshole
Or say Im sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule
Dog Im far deeper than that though; I get in the zone
Recognize Im a rolling stone
No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags
Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
I read an open booklet inside me
The star of the story that groove teller got me
Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphonell make a man a newborn infant
Its true so the crew gon sense it
I get in the zone
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....
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