[Chorus: Black Thought]
Please be advised, that glory be to God
Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive
Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive
My day-one right hand was like a cyanide
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Feelin' too thinner when I'm anorexic
Up against the blessin', better strategize my exit
My weapon's drawn with a right or left, I'm ambidextrous
I am infectious, I'm what history's corrected
Inside the eyes of a beast that lies in the shadow
Who lives in a rеvolution and dies in a battle
For name and fortunе, through the blood, sweat, and torture
In front of a smokin' gun, the slug that's an orphan
A box they brought to me for my son, that's a coffin
I would've taken his place, but lost him, look what it cost him
We pledge allegiance to the nether regions
My right hand man break bones when gettin' even
For honor, country and state, there's not a better reason
To wake up, feelin' as if I've been tried for treason
My whole life had been a battle in it of itself
My story feelin' like it belong to someone else
I hope for a sort of separate the fact from the folklore
The constitution's a record I ghostwrote for
Stripes and stars I pay the gross quote for
That old broke blood-soaked flag that spoke for the victories
Fit the steez of a young canon who could click and squeeze
My iniquity is thick as thieves
With civil liberties gettin' fricassee
Am I willin' to die for it? Yes, indeed
So take ten paces and spin around
Plantation, put in the ground, put 'em in the ground
Stash the right-hand man, look around
Tried to take a stand but it took him down
Please be advised, that glory be to God
Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive
Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive
My day-one right hand was like a cyanide
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Feelin' too thinner when I'm anorexic
Up against the blessin', better strategize my exit
My weapon's drawn with a right or left, I'm ambidextrous
I am infectious, I'm what history's corrected
Inside the eyes of a beast that lies in the shadow
Who lives in a rеvolution and dies in a battle
For name and fortunе, through the blood, sweat, and torture
In front of a smokin' gun, the slug that's an orphan
A box they brought to me for my son, that's a coffin
I would've taken his place, but lost him, look what it cost him
We pledge allegiance to the nether regions
My right hand man break bones when gettin' even
For honor, country and state, there's not a better reason
To wake up, feelin' as if I've been tried for treason
My whole life had been a battle in it of itself
My story feelin' like it belong to someone else
I hope for a sort of separate the fact from the folklore
The constitution's a record I ghostwrote for
Stripes and stars I pay the gross quote for
That old broke blood-soaked flag that spoke for the victories
Fit the steez of a young canon who could click and squeeze
My iniquity is thick as thieves
With civil liberties gettin' fricassee
Am I willin' to die for it? Yes, indeed
So take ten paces and spin around
Plantation, put in the ground, put 'em in the ground
Stash the right-hand man, look around
Tried to take a stand but it took him down
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