Black Thought | Funk Flex | #Freestyle087

[Verse] Uh, I'm sorry for your loss It's a body dead in the car, and it's prob'ly one of yours The writing all across the window and the walls Whether it was true or false, we shouldn't have got involved Remember, we walked past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh We wrote punishments: "I will not talk in class." Now it's pistols punishin' people for talkin' fast And all these innocent bystanders is haulin' ass I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all Things Fall Apart when the center too weak to hold y'all I'm just collectin' what you owed to my old jawn You 'bout to get swooped down on and stoled on Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish Well, we was headed for the web, even before computers I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders – avert your eyes I told you keep out of the hood – circumcise How could you sleep? I thought you always was the first to rise? Aiyyo, you heard the line, "Everybody plays the fool"? Well, I'll be that exception to the rule The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school I was makin' major moves, my dollar déjà vu My mission when my ambition was brandishin' a tool To be a icon, wearin' slippers made of python Get mine quicker, 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil Hit the operation, but I'm back in the soil Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, silk with cashmere Burnin' Rome down in a minute, built it last year Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier My homie told me to come with him to the masjid Them brothers said, "Don't go from written bars filled with rage To primetime television and your gilded cage Then forget there's people in the world still enslaved" I barbwired my wrist and let it fill the page Gunfire and flares, sirens glare I'm in a iron chair, where people who care don't get the lion's share When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair I'm on a higher tier, with people gettin' money like the financier Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped and Bevel'ed Rap on a doctorate level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm fat Pharaohe Undergarments of armor be my intimate apparel Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate Same cadence as D.O.C., pre-accident Maybe my acumen's on par with Kool G. Rap and them Give me the proper respect, mothafucka, we back again For a couple things we lost in the fire The drive, the desire to perform on a higher Plateau, I'm at that show, lost in a mire Wonderin' how we got so far from inspired Look, when photos were sepia-toned And record players were somethin' you would keep in your home Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq, he was known For the exemplary performance uniquely his own I made the twenty-one pound, for some, a newfound religion Where money's put down, it's only one sound that make O.G.'s and young lions equally proud to listen The secret amalgamism, a algorithm Comin' from where only kings and crowns permitted the darkness Where archaeologists found my image in parchment Rolled into a scroll, holdin' a message for you It said, "The only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble" The anomaly sworn solemnly, Highsnobiety Freakonomics and war policy, dichotomy That's Heaven and Hades, Tigris and Euphrates His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies As babies, we went from Similac and Enfamil To the Internet and fentanyl When all consent was still against the will I got that detox for y'all The microphone doctor, black Deepak Chopra I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm Every heavy dignitary payin' me top regards Boy, I'm three optics far from your binoculars So that smart money finna get the heat out the car Yo, I'm K.Dot Lamar meets Tupac Shakur Got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge Listen, somebody said a price tag was on a rapper's head So we gon' see a nice bag when a rapper dead The mask black, the flag green, black, and red They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed No doubt–yo, the game went they own route I can't explain what these lame kids is talkin' 'bout Or how they fit they whole foot into they own mouth I put a couple bodies in a brown bag, then I'm en route I'm sneaker shoppin' with my son, a size 8 Prior to they release, 'cause why wait? Look, in my estate, I got electrified gates For these blasé guys hatin' at a high rate 'Cause I dodged fate, then got great, the fly's straight If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate And I'm that gun in y'all face, none of y'all safe If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place Slippin', sippin' on somethin' with a strong taste Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base My Levante resemble a vehicular threat The mic I spray resemblin' the sickle of Death It ain't strenuous, it come from a continuous breath I set fire to the venue, I'ma spin you and step, rinse, repeat You checkin' for the sound of the beast I'm the hound, I'ma creep, I get down, I'ma eat I'ma keep somethin' to lay a naysayer to sleep Playin' with heat, nobody and nothin' fuckin' with 'Riq Yo, these weaklings is claimin' they cuttin' up in the street Nigga peace, you ain't workin' with nothin' but the police Listen, you ain't finna be nothin' but the deceased Listen, you in interment with a permanent crease I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privilege From boom bap niggas to trap niggas You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid As the walls and the graff, autographed by the Lord of Wrath I reside between the seconds on the chronograph How much more CB4 can we afford? It's like a Shariah Law on "My Cherie Amour" How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? But ain't nobody workin' on a cure, my young bol Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator Brim stay fresh, feathered up, etcetera Nevertheless, I got a message and left One dead messenger, yep My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger Look, my caporegime is to no redeem And my oldest son Ahmir saleem out in New Orleans Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art I'ma say 300K ain't even in the ballpark I charge more just for awkward small talk So yes, who's fuckin' with it if it's not the best? I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request It's Kafka-esque, his holiness, stop the press That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you Let her massage your back with black seed oil The foundation is firm, the flags need soil Me? I need royalty, because I bleed royal Go through the veins to the brain, fabulous and strange My journalistic range is a catalyst for change It got anybody that listen pissin' flame And 'cause the Hall of Fame got so many missin' names I'll acknowledge the original People's not Oliver Y'all go get the next challenger for Excalibur I'm more policed for my core beliefs They tried to capture me And brand me on the cheek with a fleur-de-lis The side of my heart'll be more discreet I'm international, my passport pages like War and Peace I've always played my part from the start Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark With a slightest inflammatory remark I'll have you and the livin' a category apart Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scales, it never fails Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails Criminal records like record sales Makin' heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells My mother was a working class, very lovin' woman Who struggled, every dinner coulda been the last supper I come home, chasin' good-for-nothin' half-cousins And then walk in the crib, to the smell of crack cookin' She was introduced to that substance abuse On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced Look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the dub dub interview I've seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I'd win GRAMMY Awards with The Roots I never thought I would be gettin' long in the tooth My O.G.'s told me, "Boy, you better go and live your truth!" I am a walking affirmation, that imagination And focus and patience gets you closer to your aspiration And just 'cause they give you shit, don't mean you have to take it My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits Yours truly, the celestial bein' You stay seein' pullin' up in the fresh European High-steppin' out of it dressed to a T, and Not another got more soul, 'less you Korean I’ve been havin' visions of Nat Turner holdin' his master’s head Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet Smackin' it like a tennis racket, underhanded Send a message through the Gram: ''The Eagle has landed.'' Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas I am no guerilla, I just make 'em go bananas Outstandin' – red, black, and green bandanas Cocked hammers, hairs on my chin is outstanding Can't manage the weight of war, they're just out ballin' Look, I'll fall up from the sky to see my callin' I'm not crawlin', I'm a free man like Morgan Seein' manhood in the hood is a damn good bargain If a Black man don't tap dance And every girl that got a fat booty don't lapdance – Well, I guess it's somethin' wrong, huh? Niggas completely uninformed I don't burn bridges, yo, I keep the haters' runnin' for 'em I ain't one of y'all peers, I'm the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me? Who that? I'm all ears Like Obama, I wish he had another four years Y'all some jolly good Hollywood Squares I'm like, ahem, "Approach the altar with your offering" I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring Being His Excellency gets to be exhausting You in the residency of the one they call King Dada, Ali Baba, the talented Mr. Trotter Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata Big Poppa, wig chopper, emperor Jaffe Joffer, muhfucka I'm stronger than the coffee out in Kaffa All y'all niggas vagina-hot, remind me of Icona Pop I step in the booth, I'm a bull inside a China shop Mollywhoppin', watch another cotton pickin' body drop Every time we rock, yo, they actin' like it's Mardi Gras 'Til the party stop, skirt off like she that Ferrari drop Soul Cycle, pumpin' that Earth, Wind & Fire "ba-di-ah" Coolin' 'pon the dock, à la marina, hard body yacht You seen another rapper cleaner, mami? Prob'ly not How it feel to be the best that did it? I admit it I'm visitin' from planet Bring-These-Niggas-Death-In-Minutes And y'all know I'm exquisite, wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit, I'm too legit to quit it I don't fake it 'til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never timid, what I'm 'bout, I represent it Infinite just like Chace is, been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these mothafuckas in a spaceship Pantomime, I'm made of elements you can't combine I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the East, never fold under pressure The beast from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler Ayo, my new name is eighty five X's 'Cause I'm the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list I'm helpin' rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish Yo, Flex, I'm glad we made contact My nigga Osse know this shit for Combat Brain matter contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter