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Black Thought\n\nIt's not latin, or white, or black music\nIt's that cooked up coke, crack music\nBlack Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet\nIt's that lucid rapid eye movement\n\nMy think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure\nMega, reality, tera, giga\nGrand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small\nBut I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso\nCrack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you\nSo when the beat intensifies\nI become emotionally desensitized\nLike, once I slapped a rapper with mace\nThen I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait\nI actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him\nNow that's practicing sacrilegious activism\nAttack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom\nActually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em\nMonch is medicinal man made medical marijuana\nWith a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner\nAnd shorty's got brains, shorty not playin'\nI'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range\nWith an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged\nEncrypted in scriptures specific individual names\nThat shall remain anonymous\nMe and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous\nIt's like I'm married to the silencer\nUntil I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers\nDo art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries\nPut your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like\n\nWoefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream\nThrough a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King\nPhilanthropic\nCause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams\nMy philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?)\nSent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me\nStop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange\nChange copper to gold, switch properties, bang!\nStay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim\nTake stock in the soul, spit properly\n\nTake stock in the soul, spit properly\nThat extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly\nI'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze\nSending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates\nI bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves\nManic depressive and possessive like apostrophes\nMy psychiatrist waive the doctor fees\nWhen I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe\nNational Association for the Advancement\nOf drugs for performance enhancement\nAnd it's tough taking so many chances\nBut I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer\nAnd I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome\nAnd I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom\nAnd my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems\nWas hood, I am the actual answer\nAnd I'll prove it\nBlack attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement\nI'm from a species that is higher, I am not human\nExtraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin'\nIn a barrel of lobster\nEx-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss\nA dyin' breed, I'm the last of this\nBlack is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth\nWhen I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus\nIt's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter\nYour hoes holla, he's on top of the bars\nMeet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas\nPure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater\nHollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side\nKillin' is the dark side\nVillain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla\nSometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real\nSo, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'\nYeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up\nMe and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us\nThis is straight razor behavior, I never get enough\nGet the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck\n\nYea, it's suicide murder\nStraight from the underground through the fiber optics\nPharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher\nThe movement outlandish","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.10] feat. Black Thought\n[00:10.03] It's not latin, or white, or black music\n[00:12.84] It's that cooked up coke, crack music\n[00:15.56] Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet\n[00:18.30] It's that lucid rapid eye movement\n[00:20.98] My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure\n[00:23.60] Mega, reality, tera, giga\n[00:26.39] Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small\n[00:29.06] But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso\n[00:32.64] Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you\n[00:36.29] So when the beat intensifies\n[00:40.89] I become emotionally desensitized\n[00:42.63] Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace\n[00:44.40] Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait\n[00:48.06] I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him\n[00:53.49] Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism\n[00:55.27] Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom\n[00:57.99] Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em\n[01:03.44] Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana\n[01:07.00] With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner\n[01:09.32] And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin'\n[01:12.09] I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range\n[01:14.71] With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged\n[01:17.42] Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names\n[01:20.10] That shall remain anonymous\n[01:21.03] Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous\n[01:24.65] It's like I'm married to the silencer\n[01:28.30] Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers\n[01:30.12] Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries\n[01:32.82] Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like\n[01:35.55] Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream\n[01:49.02] Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King\n[01:51.86] Philanthropic\n[01:53.60] Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams\n[01:57.29] My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?)\n[02:02.65] Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me\n[02:06.28] Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange\n[02:10.80] Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang!\n[02:13.45] Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim\n[02:16.15] Take stock in the soul, spit properly\n[02:18.84] Take stock in the soul, spit properly\n[02:21.54] That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly\n[02:24.24] I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze\n[02:26.98] Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates\n[02:28.74] I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves\n[02:32.32] Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes\n[02:35.07] My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees\n[02:37.82] When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe\n[02:40.52] National Association for the Advancement\n[02:42.34] Of drugs for performance enhancement\n[02:45.06] And it's tough taking so many chances\n[02:45.97] But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer\n[02:48.69] And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome\n[02:52.28] And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom\n[02:54.92] And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems\n[02:58.52] Was hood, I am the actual answer\n[03:00.38] And I'll prove it\n[03:02.28] Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement\n[03:04.00] I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human\n[03:06.70] Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin'\n[03:10.36] In a barrel of lobster\n[03:12.13] Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss\n[03:14.86] A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this\n[03:17.62] Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth\n[03:19.45] When I vocalize the 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sits awkwardly\n  start_ms: 141540\n  end_ms: 144240\n- text: I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze\n  start_ms: 144240\n  end_ms: 146980\n- text: Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates\n  start_ms: 146980\n  end_ms: 148740\n- text: I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves\n  start_ms: 148740\n  end_ms: 152320\n- text: Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes\n  start_ms: 152320\n  end_ms: 155070\n- text: My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees\n  start_ms: 155070\n  end_ms: 157820\n- text: When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe\n  start_ms: 157820\n  end_ms: 160520\n- text: National Association for the Advancement\n  start_ms: 160520\n  end_ms: 162340\n- text: Of drugs for performance enhancement\n  start_ms: 162340\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: And it's tough taking so many chances\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 168690\n- text: And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome\n  start_ms: 168690\n  end_ms: 172280\n- text: And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom\n  start_ms: 172280\n  end_ms: 174920\n- text: And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems\n  start_ms: 174920\n  end_ms: 178520\n- text: Was hood, I am the actual answer\n  start_ms: 178520\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: And I'll prove it\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 182280\n- text: Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement\n  start_ms: 182280\n  end_ms: 184000\n- text: I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human\n  start_ms: 184000\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin'\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: In a barrel of lobster\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192130\n- text: Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss\n  start_ms: 192130\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 197620\n- text: Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth\n  start_ms: 197620\n  end_ms: 199450\n- text: When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus\n  start_ms: 199450\n  end_ms: 202150\n- text: It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter\n  start_ms: 202150\n  end_ms: 204880\n- text: Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars\n  start_ms: 204880\n  end_ms: 207570\n- text: Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas\n  start_ms: 207570\n  end_ms: 209360\n- text: Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater\n  start_ms: 209360\n  end_ms: 213070\n- text: Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side\n  start_ms: 213070\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: Killin' is the dark side\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 218410\n- text: Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real\n  start_ms: 218410\n  end_ms: 222050\n- text: So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'\n  start_ms: 222050\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226580\n- text: Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us\n  start_ms: 226580\n  end_ms: 229250\n- text: This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough\n  start_ms: 229250\n  end_ms: 231990\n- text: Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck\n  start_ms: 231990\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: Yea, it's suicide murder\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: Straight from the underground through the fiber optics\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240130\n- text: Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher\n  start_ms: 240130\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: The movement outlandish\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 246450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 246450\nplain: |-\n  Feat. Black Thought\n\n  It's not latin, or white, or black music\n  It's that cooked up coke, crack music\n  Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet\n  It's that lucid rapid eye movement\n\n  My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure\n  Mega, reality, tera, giga\n  Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small\n  But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso\n  Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you\n  So when the beat intensifies\n  I become emotionally desensitized\n  Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace\n  Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait\n  I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him\n  Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism\n  Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom\n  Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em\n  Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana\n  With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner\n  And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin'\n  I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range\n  With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged\n  Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names\n  That shall remain anonymous\n  Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous\n  It's like I'm married to the silencer\n  Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers\n  Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries\n  Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like\n\n  Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream\n  Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King\n  Philanthropic\n  Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams\n  My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?)\n  Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me\n  Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange\n  Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang!\n  Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim\n  Take stock in the soul, spit properly\n\n  Take stock in the soul, spit properly\n  That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly\n  I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze\n  Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates\n  I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves\n  Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes\n  My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees\n  When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe\n  National Association for the Advancement\n  Of drugs for performance enhancement\n  And it's tough taking so many chances\n  But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer\n  And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome\n  And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom\n  And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems\n  Was hood, I am the actual answer\n  And I'll prove it\n  Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement\n  I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human\n  Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin'\n  In a barrel of lobster\n  Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss\n  A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this\n  Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth\n  When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus\n  It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter\n  Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars\n  Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas\n  Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater\n  Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side\n  Killin' is the dark side\n  Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla\n  Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real\n  So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'\n  Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up\n  Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us\n  This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough\n  Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck\n\n  Yea, it's suicide murder\n  Straight from the underground through the fiber optics\n  Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher\n  The movement outlandish\n"}]