Black Thought - BET Cypher 2015 lyrics

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 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 Renee: Mother of two with One Life To Live So I'll jump on but I've got no f** 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 sh** 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 n******gs that's down to to erupt call me Vesuvius What you are foolin' with Could get unruly and blow the f** 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 s**ing 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 sh** 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 sh**; 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