[Verse: Black Thought]
It's too far to try to jog with
I'll prolly fry your omelettes on some Com' shit
Long firearms holdin' what I write a rhyme with
Right or wrong, movin' right along, it's a higher form of convo
With the gods that I may die along with
You hear the voice of the announcer signin' off
Rachmaninoff threw a molotov on your doorstep
A bullet from a Glock tore through your cortex
Monarchal melanin, they all relishin'
The way I'm Ralph McDaniels meets Ralph Ellison
The fine art is elegant, beats is heaven-sent
Official intelligence presented to you by the stepper
Tell them cops it's too late to talk to me proper
Them South Philly boys is who off to meet Hoffa
What hangs in the balance for the talented Mr. Trotter?
In the two-fifteen, my savant crew
What could kill you in five words and is not a haiku?
What's the most powerful book and is not the Bible?
Tell 'em do as I say do and not as I do
It's about time we held history liable
For survival of the most fit, tell 'em "Quote this"
Give them people more than only hope for the hopeless
And I'm hailin' from the head, quarters are the culprit
Slugs spiral out of the four-fifth and don't miss
I give a fuck about Confederate flags
I got a heart more darker than America's past
My bars part Chris Parker, part Malik Shabazz
I shine like a treasure taken out of the trash, my nigga
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