BLACK THOUGHT Freestyles On Funk Flex

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Hold on... I'll be back later. :yes:

EDIT >> OK I'm back. :yes: Lemme give this a shot...

BLACK. THOUGHT. SPAZZES. OUT.

Uunhh... I'm sorry for ya loss /
Its somebody dead in the car & its prolly 'one of yours' /
The writing all across the windows & the walls /
Whether it was true or false, we shouldn't of got involved /
Remember, we walked past the teacher... take the chalk and laugh /
We wrote punishments: "I will not talk in class" /
Now its pistols punishing people for "talking fast" /
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass /
I hate to say "I told y'all"... but I told ya'll /
Things Fall Apart... when the center too weak to hold ya'll /
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn /
You bout to get swooped down on... and stole'd on /
Fools swear they Wise... Wise men know they foolish /
But we was headed for the 'Web' even before computers /

I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this /
Caine & Able / Jesus & Judas / Ceasar & Brutus /
I see intruders.... Avert your eyes /
I told you keep out of the hood / Circumsize.
How could you sleep? I thought you always was "the first to ride" /
Ayo, you heard the line: "Everybody plays the fool"? /
Well I be that exception to the rule /
The Principal that hand-delivered lessons to the school /
I was making major moves / My Dollar Deja-Vu /
My mission when my ambition was brandishing a tool... to be an ICON /
Wearing slippers made of Python /
Getting mine quicker, cuz I'm slick as a pipeline /
Transporting the oil / Tribulation & Toil /
Hit the operation, but I'm back on the soil /

Got my crowned tilted, my gown quilted / Silk with Cashmere /
Burn Rome down in a minute / Built it last year /
Newsflash: I dodged a bullet that killed a cashier /
My homies told me to come with 'em to the Masjid /
Them brothers said: "Don't go from written bars filled with rage...
To prime-time television, in your gilded cage...
then forget there's people in the world still enslaved" /
I barb-wired my wrist... and let it fill the page /
Gun fire & flares / Sirens glare / I'm in an iron chair /
With people who care / Don't get the Lion's share /
When I don't give a fuck... then I ain't fair / I'm on a higher tier /
With people getting money... like the Financier /
Catch the Herald / I'm fresh, chopped-n beveled /
Rap on a Doctorate-level / So "F" Scott Fitzgerald /
Maybe I'm the new Rakim / Maybe I'm 'Fat Pharaohe' (Monch) /
Undergarments of Armor be my intimate apparel /
Pre-Kardashian Kanye / My rhyme-play immaculate /
Same cadence as D.O.C. (pre-accident) /
Maybe my acumen's on par with Kool G. Rap-n 'em /
Gimme the proper respect.. muhfuka we back again /
For a couple things "We Lost in the Fire" /
The Drive. The Desire. To Perform on a Higher Plateau /
I'm at that show, lost in the mire /
Wondering how we got so far from 'inspired' /

Look, when photos was sepia-tone /
And record players was something you would keep in your home /
Yo, "The Traveler" the meaning of Tariq he was known /
For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own /
I made the Twenty-One Pound (i.e. '215') for some a new found religion /
When money's put down its only one sound it make /
OGs and 'young lions' equally proud to listen /
The secret amalgam is umm... an algorithm /
Coming from where only Kings & crowns permitted /
The Darkness / Where Arhaeologist found my image-n parchment.
Rolled into a scroll / Holding a message for you /
It said: "The only thing Fa Sho'... is taxes, death & trouble" /
The Anomaly, Sworn Solemnly, High Snobity, Freakanomics & War Policy dichotomy /
That's Heaven & Hades / Tigris & Euphrates / His Highness /
"The Apple of The Iris" to you Ladies / As babies, we went from Similac & Infamil /
To the Internet & Fentanyl / When all consent was still against the will /

I got that Detox for ya'll / The Microphone Doctor Black Deepak Chopra /
I'm a Griot... that make you wanna Peacock your arms /
Every heavy dignitary paying me 'top regard' /
Boy, I'm 3 optics far from ya bi-noculars /
So the 'smart money' finna get the heat out the car /
Yo I'm K.Dot Lamar meets Tupac Shukar /
Got profiled by a few cops... too hot to charge /
Listen, Somebody said a pricetag was on a rappers head /
So we gon' see nice bag when a rapper dead /
The mask black / The flag green, black & red /
They prolly wave a 'white flag' after plasma shed /
No doubt, yo the game went they own route /
I can't explain what these lame kids is talmbout /
Or how they fit they WHOLE FOOT into they own mouth /
I put a couple bodies in a brown bag... Then I'm on route /
I'm sneaker shopping with my son... who's size 8 /
Prior to the release... cuz why wait? /
Look, at my estate I got electrified gates /
For these blasé guys hating at high rate /
Cuz I dodged fate / then got great / to fly straight /
If we ain't family or friends.. then we don't vibrate /
And I'm that gun in ya'll face / None of ya'll safe /
If I catch you at the right time / in the wrong place, Slipping /
Sipping on something with a strong taste /
Like Whiskey or Bootleg Bourbon with a corn base /

"My Levante" (i.e. My Maserati) resemble a a Vehicular Threat /
The mic I spray... resembling a Sickle of Death /
It ain't strenuous to come from a 'continuous breath' /
I set fire to the venue... Ima spin you & step /
Rinse + Repeat /
You checking for the sound of the beast /
I'm the hound, Ima creep / I get down. Ima eat. Ima Keep /
Something to lay a naysayer to sleep / Playing with heat /
Nobody & Nuthin fucking with 'Riq /
Yo these weaklings is claiming they "cutting up in the street" /
Nigga Peace!! You ain't working with nuthing but the Police /
Listen, you ain't finna be nuthing but 'The Deceased" /
Listen, you in a Tournament with a Permanent Crease /

I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures /
Whose mind bear the stigmas of time, no 'black privilege' /
From Boom Brrap Niggas... to Trap Niggas /
You in the trap with us / Where the lines is as Vivid /
As the walls on a graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath /
I reside between the seconds on a Chronograph /
How much more CB4 could we afford? /
Its like a Sharia Law... on "My Cherie Amor"/
How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? /
But ain't nobody working on a cure /
My young boi, ya'll just regular... I'm an APEX PREDATOR /
Brim stay fresh-n Feathered up / Etcetera / Nevertheless /
I got a message-n left one dead messenger /
Yup, my pen is Henry Kissinger / Buzz Bissinger /
Look, my Caporegime is the 'New Riddim' / And my oldest son, I mean Saleem /
Out of New Orleans / Took a golf cart to the Baccarat / From the Waldorf /
What was on the walls... that depend on what you call 'art' /
Ima say 300k ain't even in the Ballpark /
I charge more just for awkward smalltalk /
So yes, whose fucking wit it if its not the best? /
I get the lobby painted fresh, upon my request /
Its Kafka-esque / His Holiness / Stop the Press /
That Cobalt Blue... reminiscent of Makkaresh (ie Marrakesh) /
(Cobalt Blue is a pigment commonly used in the architecture
and designs of Morocco, and highly recognized in Moroccan tiles)

Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you /
Let her massage ya back with Black Seed Oil /
The foundation is firm, the flags need soil /
Me? I need royalties... cuz I bleed royal /
Go thru the veins to the brain, fabulous & strange /
My journalistic range is a catalyst for change /
It got anybody that listen pissing flames /
Here comes the "Hall of Fame" got so many missing names /
I acknowledge the 'Original Peoples'... Not Oliver /
Ya'll go get the next challenger for Excalibur /
I'm 'More Policed' for my core beliefs /
They tried to capture me & brand me on the cheek /
With a Fleur-de-Lys /
This side of my heart will be more discreet /
I'm International / My Passport pages... like War & Peace /

I've always played my part / From the start /
Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark /
With the slightest inflammatory remark'll have you & 'the living'... a category apart /
Listen, a grain of salt will tip the scales / It never fails /
Walk on eggshells / Sleep on a bed of nails /
Criminal Records like Record Sales / Making Heads or Tails /
We like Henrietta Lack / Up in the Cells /

My mother was a working-class, very loving woman /
Who struggled. Every dinner coulda been our 'last supper' /
I come home, chasing good-for-nothing half-cousins...
and then walk in the crib... to the smell of crack cooking /
She was introduced to the substance abuse /
on some of the strongest drugs that the gub'ment produced /
Look, I even got excused by the Principal /
My story is out of the Dub-Dub interview /
I seen some Ice-Cold Summers / Hot Winters too /
I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots /
I never thought I'd be "getting long in the tooth" /
My OGs told me: "Boy, you better go-n live your truth!" /
I am a 'walking affirmation' that imagination-n focus & patience...
Gets you closer to your aspiration. :yes: /

And just cuz they give you shit... don't mean you have to take it /
My words capture GREATNESS / Sworn Affidavits /
Your truly, the 'Celestial Being'.. you stay seeing pull-up in a fresh European /
High-Stepping out of it-n 'Dressed to a Tee'-n /
Not another 'got more soul' (Seoul)... unless you Korean /

I been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master's head...
Like Yorick & Horatio in "Hamlet" / Smacking it like a tennis racket, underhanded /
Send a message thru the 'Gram... "The Eagle has Landed" /
Dress in a military jacket made of Canvas /
I am no Gorilla... I just make em "Go Bananas!" / Outstanding /
Red, Black-n Green Bandanas / Cocked Hammers / Hairs on my chin is outlandish /
Can't manage to weigh the Water / Just eyeball it /
Look, I've fallen from the sky to see my calling / I'm not crawling /
I'm a Free-Man, like Morgan / Seeing "Manhood in the hood" is damn good bargain /
If a Black Man don't Tap Dance-n every girl that got a 'fat booty' don't lap dance...
Well I guess its something wrong, huh? / Niggas completely uninformed /
I don't burn bridges, yo I keep 'The Haters' running for 'em /

I ain't one of ya'll peers / I'm the 'Sum of All Fears' /
Somebody stronger than ME... who dat? I'm all ears /
Like Obama / I wish he had another 4 years /
Ya'll some jolly good, Hollywood Squares /
I'm like: "Ahem... approach the alter with your offering " /
I spoil rappers rotten, like my only offspring /
Being 'His Excellency' gets to be exhausting /
You in the residency of the one they call....
King Dada / Ali Baba / The Talented Mr. Trotter /
Inside of my right palm... the mark of the Stigmata /
Big Poppa / Wig Choppa / Emperor Joffy Joffer /
Muhfucka... I'm stronger than the Coffee out in Kaffa /
All ya'll niggas vagina hot / Remind me of Icona Pop /
I step in the booth / Im a bull inside a China Shop /
Mollywhop-n watch an another Cotton-Picking body drop /
Every time we rock... yo they acting like its Mardi Gras /
Til the party stop / Skirt off like: "See that Ferrari Drop!" /
Soul Sire pumping that Earth Wind & Fire: "Bodiyah!" /
Coolin' pon the Dock, a la Marina... Hard Body Yacht /
You seen another rapper cleaner, Mami? Prolly not /
I don't feel "I be the best that did it"... I admit it /
I'm visiting from Planet: "Bring-these-Niggas-Death-in-Minutes" /
And ya'll know I'm exquisite / Wicked as Wilson Pickett /
This sickness I exhibit / I'm too legit to quit it /
I don't 'fake it til I make it' / I take it to the limit and BREAK IT /
Never timid. What I'm bout... I represent it /
Infinite just like Chace is / Been a million places /
Conversation is 'how beautiful' my face is /
People hated on how sophisticated 'my taste' is /
Then I pulled up on these muhfukas... in a SPACESHIP /

Panther Mind / I'm made of elements you can't combine /
I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define /
Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla /
Recording Artist (slash) Psychology Professor /
I preach for the East. Never fold under pressure /
The Beast from the East-n I glide like Clyde Drexler...
Ayo my new name is '85-Exs'... cuz I'm the rap game 'Certified Specialist' /
When I was reckless I was worried about the 'Guest List' /
I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a Death Wish /
Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact...
My Nigga (Reggie) Ossé know this shit for COMBAT (Jack)...
Brain matter contain too much data /
I tell a story... like fingerprints & blood splatter.
 
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Lol, he has to have Microchip embedded in his brain, the way he just flowed for 10 minutes straight....
I do recall hearing that he has a photographic memory...
Either a photographic memory or he got some new-age tech and has the lyrics scrolling on the inside of his glasses...:lol2: cause he always has them on....

But real talk this dude is NEO from the Matrix his ability to conjure SMART, INTELLIGENT, WITTY, Lyrics that makes SENSE and make you THINK is unprecedented. Everyone talkin that "hes top 10, top 5" I'd LOVE to hear who you rank over him...and im not talkin bout selling albums or making you dance in the club, im talkin LYRICISM, MC'ING, RAPPING, RHYMING...nobody does it better and I am tempted to say nobody does it on his level.

 
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