Bet Cypher 2015 Lyrics - Singles - Black Thought

Lin: 

Lin-Miranda here 

Have you not seen what we can do? 

I write shows stacked with black and Puerto Rican dudes 

I ride slow to avoid police procedurals 

We write slow because I build'em like cathedrals 

I used to do my homework in the back of the bodega with Abuela 

Savin' up to get a Sega 

I stayed up late to tape 

John Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama" 

Now I write plays 

I literally came to bring the drama 

And Hamilton's a monument to hip-hop 

I mix'em up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought 

Mix'em up in a big wok (whooo) 

I better back up that big talk 

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I'm workin' on various projects 

I'm writing a song for the Rock next 

You can google that 

I got now; And I got next 

I'm full of surprises 

it might take a minute to digest 

I'm gunning for Pulitzer Prizes 

It's a bit of a process 

But I got a Grammy, 

got a Tony, 

got an Emmy, 

Goddamnit, homie 

somebody show me the way to the Oscars 

But I digress... 

Hamilton, God bless 

Puerto Rico, I'll see all y'all 

at the Richard Rodgers 

Photos 

Renee: 

Mother of two with One Life To Live 

So I'll jump on but I've got no fuck to give 

I came to represent the ladies in our history 

we know the founding fathers but the mothers are a mystery 

Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's armor 

Driving Rosa Park's car 

Bustin' out Francis Farmer 

Airborne with Amelia Earheart walking tight ropes 

Me and Pocahontas givin' smallpox to white folks 

Comin' out swinging 

Like Venus and Serena 

On the screen I rep' the queens 

From Nefertiti to Latifah 

Ain't I a woman like Sojourner I'm the Truth 

Hand on the Bible: 

Book of Esther; Book of Ruth 

Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot with Harriet 

And Marie Curie brought some shit so hot we had to bury it 

Get my golden lariat, I'm a Wonder Woman gunnin' for it 

And what you runnin' from 

You hear the thunder rumbling 

Something's coming 

Shatter y'all 

Hurricaines on wood frame houses 

the name's Renee you'll never be the same 

(b)plow in blouses! 

Daveed: 

Hittin' the block like a hammer hitting the nail on the head 

and come from a city where Hammer made hits and kept people fed 

And fighting for fetti we hitting the block with hammers and 

headin' into the gritty and ready to [Gattakakak] 'til they dead 

Left the city asleep on syrupy medicine 

And my pockets start to swell 

I should seek some acetaminophine 

Three ounces in two styrofoam cups 

Take twice daily, duck twelve, 

It's never enough 

Incredible press to get'em to lessen the pressure 

on triggers for niggers that's down to to erupt 

call me Vesuvius 

What you are foolin' with 

Could get unruly and blow the fuck up 

I'm a cut above an upper cut away 

They screamin' "finish him" 

Immortal Kombat 

Immortal on Rap 

Diminishing returns make the burners come out 

Start to wave 

Question me if you wanna y'all 

I was up on the stage 

Playing a polyglot 

Glutton sucking a mollie popsicle 

So sick at the club I just turn up at the hospital 

Ordering orderlies to turn the heat up four degrees 

so I can take my shirt off and live out my California Dreams 

Scribble Thug Life in invisible ink 

An umbilical minor chord clipping metaphysical link 

to the pasttime Pyrex 

Last time a checked there were hella rappers in line 

for their time to scream "I'm next!" 

I just walked right in the door marked 

"Hamilton Stage" 

Stayed patient 

Playing these dead presidents 

I'm getting my reparations. Digg. 

Black Thought: 

Here comes the one in charge 

A hundred bars to get everybody up in arms 

When other artists all froze like a gun was drawn 

I turned to a new black like the color orange 

When I was born everyone was warned 

that this prolific shit I'm on might become the norm 

I come through—Sun Tzu—when it comes to war 

For one of mine I'll be taking every one of yours 

'Cause ain't even trying [to] bicker and blame 

I feel like the bigger the name the bigger the game 

I spent long nights huntin' over a flickerin' flame 

perfecting this particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it. 

I seen it coming like a clairvoyant 

So I just left the meter running 

And prepared for ya 

Now call it premonition, intuition, paranoia 

But a lotta people are scared 

Shit; I'm scared for ya. 

I see the flag still gettin' swung hard 

But we done turned the Motor City into a junk yard 

We keep playing ourselves 

And playing the Trump card 

Can never end a search with something 

That's for a thumpa 

To keep up with the Joneses or the Kardashians 

Only to be exposed like Ashley Madison 

I'm like, is this a re-run? 

Oh that's what's happening 

Somebody's probably gone be comin at this African 

Look at me, I'm a six million dollar man dressed as a rap god 

Test my religion, get baptized 

Too many of us bit the dust for crumbs and crust 

In God We Trust 

Now watch for us 

Here where life ain't even worth three loosies 

A pair of chicken wings, cigarettes, two juices 

They make new nooses 

And everybody know what the truth is 

Cause that's what Black Thought from the Roots is: icon