[Chorus: Kid Sister]
Shine the light into the darkest part of me
All around you, find the one thing they can't see
Though they say
They'll take your pain
Don't give it away
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano
Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns and ammo
Death to Sambo, send him a bouquet and a candle
I came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so
From a silhouette standin' in the aperture
To a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer
Young gorilla just scramblin' for Africa
Crept and will accept nothing but a massacre
Premonition of intuition is a bitch
Got a message from the heavens, all it said is to resist
Keep it brief like an elevator pitch
Or delegate'll switch 'cause the spirit is a snitch
In America, the rich love to wear it on they wrist
They call the shots, they don't wear it on they lip
Jinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship
One hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip
Me and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip
I'm under 21 and bent, now you know what punishment, listen
It ain't an easy odyssey for you to follow me
We do kinesiology with no apology
Shine the light into the darkest part of me
All around you, find the one thing they can't see
Though they say
They'll take your pain
Don't give it away
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano
Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns and ammo
Death to Sambo, send him a bouquet and a candle
I came to take back that other two-fifths of a man, so
From a silhouette standin' in the aperture
To a figurehead standin' in the path of a killer
Young gorilla just scramblin' for Africa
Crept and will accept nothing but a massacre
Premonition of intuition is a bitch
Got a message from the heavens, all it said is to resist
Keep it brief like an elevator pitch
Or delegate'll switch 'cause the spirit is a snitch
In America, the rich love to wear it on they wrist
They call the shots, they don't wear it on they lip
Jinglin' of the chains, I can still hear it on the ship
One hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the grip
Me and my reflection sendin' one another on a trip
I'm under 21 and bent, now you know what punishment, listen
It ain't an easy odyssey for you to follow me
We do kinesiology with no apology
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