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Black Thought

Long Liveth

 

Long Liveth

(album: Streams Of Thought, Vol. 2 - 2018)


Uh, yo

Greetings and salutations, I'm running outta patience
So everything in moderation, even moderation
Check every single allegation for re-calibration
Call that the big pay back, it's debt consolidation
The credit fell, what the hell, too much béchamel
Well, F-M-L, they desecrated the decibel
Go check the mail then let me know if it's heads or tails
My ears burn like desert trails and Jezebels
Uh, somebody must be talking 'bout me
For carrying a big stick and walking loudly
Articles in the Times and the New Yorker 'bout me
My killer instinct is like Orca, probably
I'm a Pulitzer Prize Fighter how I vaporize writers
Shut 'em down at one time, synchronize silence
Make the audience forget you, call it Alzheimer's
Child rhymers don't come at the old timers
Whether your fan base is lil' mommas or Obamas
How you claim to have something in check with no commas?
You and Mary got the same request, it's No Drama
I'm the pinnacle of language, yes, the Dalai Lama
Who the clown talking down to the twenty-one pound?
I gotta send him some rounds to simmer him down
'Cause you're not worthy to even touch the hem of the gown
The brim of the crown, motherfucker, remember the sound
It's like...

Hey, yo
Yo

Since the second grade I been gainfully employed
Hustling for change everyday from three to four
When other kids was into playing games and being bored
Going against the grain's what I painfully enjoyed
When they was into race cars, trains, TV and toys
I was thinking fat gold chains and freakazoids
Filling the deeper void, listening to that Indecent Noise
People used to tell me, "Boy, your brain gon' be destroyed"
Left hand to the law, right hand to Allah
Both hands to applaud who brought sand to the shore
Confessing all your sins to the dope man through the door
I seen a preacher man sniffing cocaine through a straw
We almost had it all, just one more cannon ball
And two more Geritol with one more Adderall
I got the game sewn like the tailor of Panama
Now I go by the name of an untamed animal
Wondering how I can evolve to prestigious and less vicious
A more visceral individual, best wishes
Just on principle, I been answering death wishes
What the Lord giveth is a king, Long Liveth

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