Right Hand Man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Please be advised, that glory be to God

Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive

Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive

My day-one right hand was like a cyanide

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Feelin' too thinner when I'm anorexic

Up against the blessin', better strategize my exit

My weapon's drawn with a right or left, I'm ambidextrous

I am infectious, I'm what history's corrected

Inside the eyes of a beast that lies in the shadow

Who lives in a rеvolution and dies in a battle

For name and fortunе, through the blood, sweat, and torture

In front of a smokin' gun, the slug that's an orphan

A box they brought to me for my son, that's a coffin

I would've taken his place, but lost him, look what it cost him

We pledge allegiance to the nether regions

My right hand man break bones when gettin' even

For honor, country and state, there's not a better reason

To wake up, feelin' as if I've been tried for treason

My whole life had been a battle in it of itself

My story feelin' like it belong to someone else

I hope for a sort of separate the fact from the folklore

The constitution's a record I ghostwrote for

Stripes and stars I pay the gross quote for

That old broke blood-soaked flag that spoke for the victories

Fit the steez of a young canon who could click and squeeze

My iniquity is thick as thieves

With civil liberties gettin' fricassee

Am I willin' to die for it? Yes, indeed

So take ten paces and spin around

Plantation, put in the ground, put 'em in the ground

Stash the right-hand man, look around

Tried to take a stand but it took him down

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9" & Black Thought]

My last right-hand man turned to snake in the end

He fooled me once but you know how them haters pretend

My left hand switched, it tried to switch back and make it amends

But gettin' rich after's the greatest revenge

We are soldiers of fortune, lyrical Odins

Swimmin' with the sharks and orcas, deliverin' tortures

Poem send you walkin' to the holy gates, another life I'm gon' erase

If you don't cut it like a butterknife, look, we ain't brothers, not no relation

In a world where you gotta watch both hands

Like tryna tell time on a flooded iced Rollie facin'

Your watch is a square like your wrist is a different shape

I demonstrate 'cause you let niggas slide, they quick to figure skate

Silence is golden while I'm rollin' by

I spit it like I dipped the entire alphabet in gold and stole a golden eye

I visualize pyramids, then let my intellect build it

The truth is dead, nigga, the internet killed it

I got the power shiftin' in the next building, watchin' the World Trade

While my vinyl drop in the tower just to get third paid

It's 9/11 when I rhyme a record

I may just record a bunch of somethin', outrageous

I was fuckin' drunk when I made it, so I may just

Call it what I wanna call it like it's Kanye's shit

They call me Origami lured with the Glock, I tie your soul in a knot

Then after this, I'm out on tour in a mosh

They say the money can't buy happiness

Well I'd have to just assume that you niggas don't know where the shot

My cannon know when to pop, I'm drinkin' Henny' in my sleep

It's every man for himself, it can get stingy in these streets

If we ain't careful, watch your right-hand man, look around

While you was biggin' him up, the nigga took you down

Watch who you givin' your trust, an inch to a mile

Put 'em in the ground, put 'em in the ground, put 'em in the ground

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Please be advised, glory be to God

Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive

Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive

My day-one right hand was like a cyanide

[Verse 3: Black Thought & Royce da 5'9"]

Down to catch a three to five over its peace of mind

And guilt and foolish pride, but he had a ghoulish side

He staged revolutionary suicide

He load the black thoughts into his nickel .9

He had a state of mind that was too combined

He laid the evolution for the youth to ride

The definition of a coup d'etat

This is the definition of a true demise

This is murderin' cold blood in front of Cooley High

Now they kissin' my coke cheek, like I'm Cochise

This a mixture of art like Muay-Thai