Soundtrack to Confusion Black Thought

[Intro]
This shit crazy
Two-fifteen

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm here seated at the helm
The black soundtrack to confusion is the film
I'm channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell
The story of winnin' in life, then losin' it as well
The triumph was Makaveli inspired
Awaken a sleepin' giant, commander Tariq ibn Ziyad
Fresh from the fire and into formal attire
That's from a foreign designer
I call the plug, supplier, but a high we got
Try me not, that's the caveat
You'd probably get the same thing my last body got
Poet Laureate, swift chariot, the Maserat'
The one to watch, born the year of the ox
I got more than a reason to revel like Desus and Mero
Lyrical religious hero on Jesus' level
The reason none of these heathens is even as thorough
We bare arms like Idris or Venus de Milo
My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it's yellow
I'm colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello
I'm older than the barcode, it ain't easy to tell though
The rap John Henry, they send me deep in the railroad
I'm heavy metal, the rock roller, the rebel without a pause
Perspective is bipolar as ever
I gotta cross the bridge and then burnt it into ash
A reoccurin' dream and then turnt it into cash
The reoccurin' theme is the hurt lives in the past
But undeniable lessons I learned live in the stash
Uh, the breadwinner, the dead center, the head-spinner
I heard life is a bitch, I went to bed wit' her
I once was told to know thy self
How can I grow myself, if I don't know myself?
The low-hangin' fruit for bottom feeders, no top-shelf
I chase demons for a lotta reasons, not just health
Seated at the throne, summonin' the ghosts like a seance
I never take a day off work, it never pay off
I wish for more peace on this Earth and never chaos
As long as classrooms gettin' sprayed with the ARs
Yeah