Making a Murderer (feat. Styles P)

Black Thought

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    I said, outer space the place that I'm parkin' in
    My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'
    Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
    Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than
    Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than
    Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it
    I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans
    At Lanvin
    I'm that primetime Buju Banton
    And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die
    Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply?
    Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
    It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide
    Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified
    Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine
    My sidekick came from Columbine
    That fly shit came from Saint Laurent
    Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time
    Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is ride
    I said a weapon should be chosen to fire
    Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
    Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker
    My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica
    While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth
    What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up

    Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley
    In places untraceable by Rand McNally
    Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
    To more championship rings than John Salley
    Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali
    I traveled to Tijuana and smacked the federali
    Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali?
    I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga
    Name some other body equally as ill
    Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille
    Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real
    People been telling me recently: Tariq, you need to chill!
    But picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats
    Any rapper coming for me, I'ma send a missile back
    Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact
    That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
    Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango
    Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo
    I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it Gonzo
    A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
    Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas
    I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
    Here come the general for the quadricentennial
    I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas

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    Let's meet at the crossroads and toss O's
    And learn some things only the Lord knows
    Break the law, it's the only law now, no one knows
    Got pies in the oven but no DiGiornos
    We all got fucked but no pornos
    We ain't growing corn but got cornrows
    We ain't plant greens but we be spending it
    Lifespan is short, try extending it
    If you ain't into reading, I'm recommending it
    I'm reading Carter G. Woodson when I'm in the woods
    When the money's cut off, will we barter goods?
    A lot of niggas is cowards and ran out of fatherhood
    Should we kill them or let 'em live?
    I don't fuck with no suckers, I never did
    Mi amor, if you a Moor
    If I ever go to war it's the kids I do it for
    I eat emcees they can send me a few of ya'll
    And by a few I mean way more than two
    You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
    And watch ‘em get beat like African drums do
    Old soul, I probably gave lessons to Sun Tzu
    Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee mastering Kung Fu
    Rhyming with Black Thought possessing the black thought
    I told you that I'm conscious but bet you I'll clap off
    I'ma be the one that they hold in a rap off
    I ain't wrapped too tight, my nigga I snap off

    Or maybe I snap on
    When I go for the ride my nigga then latch on
    I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but elegant
    Given you hell heaven sent
    Light a joint, I've been places you've never been
    Close my eyes, I could die then get wise
    Treat my life like a script, I'm getting it revised
    Used to keep the beat joint right up in the Levi's
    I'm the tenth wonder I told them to ask 9th
    I'm the other Black Thought, the last ear bender
    Avatar ghost, the one who could bend time
    The one who could bend rhymes, the one who could bend flows
    Repping for old niggas, little nigga you know
    We the ones who made making of a murderer
    Fuck around, you could be in making of a murderer
    Ghost!

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    Composition: David Stiles, Black Thought, and Ninth Wonder

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