Magnificent

(Album: Streams Of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane And Abel - 2020)

Uh, two fifteen (That's right)

I hurt myself to see if I could feel (I am magnificent)
Then I began to pray to see if God was real
I said, "All Seeing, reveal to me that which is concealed"
Something told me that I probably shouldn't be behind the wheel of that Bonneville
I was still feeling kinda ill, not a dollar bill
Time to kill, tryna sign a deal
Ten years before State Prop was rock la famille
I was popping pills unaware that steel sharpens steel, I've grown
Dropping my popular B-Boy poems (Magnif-Magnificent)
Took me to Amiri Baraka from LeRoi Jones
To Hajj Malik el-Shabazz from Detroit Red (Magnif-Magnificent)
And to the polar opposite of what your report said
Well, me and Sponart was playing our part
Creating con art to curating fine art, now a nigga's a monarch
The torch head was force fed, look how the flames flicker
Now if it's what Thought said, you know the name quicker

Uh, ay, yo (I'm magnificent)
The big homie in The Smithsonian (I am magnificent)
I'm an ox, so the box niggas can't throw me in
The punishment I'ma hit 'em with is draconian
It's in me (Magnif-Magnificent), muscle memory is Pavlovian
The magnificent with a tinted skin tone
Ain't nobody fucking with me, keep 'em in the friend zone
Keep 'em closer than my enemy, which I depend on for that motivation
That's what keep a nigga en vogue
Fingers full of Flintstones
Louder than a motherfucking pimp clothes
Haters, I am the weapon, the Lord formed against those
I prefer the law of mathematics over Jim Crow's
My prose keep 'em devils jumping out the windows (Magnif-Magnificent)
The man telling you shams to go to hell if you a god damn pyramid, scam evangenical
The origin of my grace is unavailable
But you would know the name of the place is Illadel, if you a real one

Ayy, yo
(I, I, I, I, I'm magnificent)
Got the bop gun loaded up to kill one
Drop cruising like Top Gun through Brazil
When your net worth is millions, people too familiar
My network is real young, careful where you chill, son
I'm the magnificent
Stay playing where them bad bitches is
Dilla, Slum Village, macknickelous
People know my style nasty as black licorice
Telephone stacks sickening, that's nigga-rich (God damn)
Don't make me burn your wings off like the Icarus (I am magnificent)
The Lord take away the same thing he giveth us
Temptation, do not lead, please deliver us (I am magnificent)
When you a beast, you kinda cease to give a fuck
You stop listening, please tell me not this again
Begging, "Bring back Black, the block missing him"
To murder tracks right in front of mad witnesses
Forty-four magnificent, what the bidness is?
(I am the most magnificent)
(I, I, I, I, I'm the magnificent)