Glorious Game El Michels Affair & Black Thought (Ft. KIRBY)

[Intro: Black Thought]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Okay, I'm too Black for y'all to erase
Shoot too straight for y'all to replace
Too abstract for y'all to retrace
You all would be safe but y'all are deep fake
Too fake for me to waste time
Too two-faced for me to say "Fine"
I'm the one-man army, Ason
The baseline is we just ain't the same kind
Gloves and mask off, time to blast off
Baton I'll pass off, rhyme your ass off
If we clash, I'll haul the trash off
Then haul the cash off and ball in Nassau
That's all, it ain't too much talk
All y'all chumps, it ain't enough chalk
Y'all thought the name was just Thought?
C'mon, I'm too strong for y'all to cut short
You see light like mine once a lifetime
When somе young gun becomes an icon
But somehow thеy'll cut down the flight time
Unless they send that heat down the pipeline
My mind is hard to explain
Call y'all all aboard for this train
I float like a nautilus, mane
Damn, I love this glorious game