75 Bars (Black’s Reconstruction) lyrics

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Styles P


[Intro]
Just a little bit more
We got Tariq up?

[Verse: Black Thought]
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard n*ggas
With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste weird n*ggas
And erase scared n*ggas, them snake-head n*ggas
That take care of n*ggas who don't break bread with us
n*ggas make dead n*ggas, and hate Black n*ggas
Brown n*ggas, high yellow n*ggas and them red n*ggas
No tellin' when the bullet comin', be prepared, n*ggas
'Cause when it do, it's coming land, sea and air, n*ggas
That's everywhere, n*ggas
Am I the motherf*ckin' legendary? Yeah, n*ggas
Make it very clear, n*ggas
Been looking at y'all in my rearview mirror, n*ggas
Wanna be a millionaire, I'm already there, n*ggas
I'm a debonaire n*gga, a bear taking more than my share
Looky here, yeah, I know it ain't fair, n*gga
Neither is a bald eagle with a hair trigger
Haystack—try to find a needle up in there, n*gga
Leave you up in there, n*gga
Show me the puppet that don't need a puppeteer, n*gga
Shed another tear, n*gga
I'm in the field with a shield and a spear, n*gga
I'm in your girl with her heels in the air, n*gga
I am such a rare n*gga
You in a battle telling me you not ready
Like you figured I'ma bear with you
I don't care, n*gga
You now listening to the sounds of the Money Making Jam Trillionaires, n*gga
Gentlemen of an extraordinary league
You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed
What I'm smoking ain't a product of no ordinary seed
Your boy is heavy tree'd
I'm feeling merry as a Tyler Perry scene
That monetary gangrene
We tried to launder the cash and never came clean
So now, I'm in the story with all the cats before me
And smoke purgatory for doing the same thing
And them n*ggas ain't change, them n*ggas can't change
Their moms shake they heads, say, "It's such a dang shame"
The train to the bus then another dang plane
My stage and my government ain't the same name
I'm a rockstar, love it that my wallet chain hang
I'm a modern day saint, I'm a modern day Kane
My definition, I can finally explain
Cold smooth like that dude Sean Connery was playing
I just gotta be the man, I'm the father figure and
When I spit, it's something like a psychology exam
If you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like a million dollars in my hand
It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram
And twist with your Xanny, Percocet, Percodan
What's your networking plan? You better look alive
'Cause them n*ggas outside looking desperate again, n*gga
And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver
The asthmatic drug addict, I function with it
I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit
For spitting played out patterns that once was hittin'
I got news for you all, let me show you how to ball
See the legendary fall, I ain't heard of that
Y'all n*ggas is off the wall like Arsenio Hall
I'ma put you right back where the dirt is at
450 Fahrenheit on the thermostat
Somebody starvin' like a white girl, Bernadette
But she not a earner yet
She couldn't put in no work for Nat Burner yet
The black microphone murder vet, I'm in a class of my own
If I got beef with you, you the last one to know
I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable
You late, I'm already internationable
I done twirled in Berlin, banged in Beijing
You never seen nothing, can't say the same thing
Tell somebody "Black Thought," yeah, you know the name ring
So give him the game ring for bringing what them n*ggas can't bring
My hustle is long, my muscle is strong
My man put the paper in the duffle, I'm gone
Y'all still a lightyear from the level I'm on
Just a pawn stepping right into the head of the storm
You been warned, I will blow y'all n*ggas and disintegrate
I'm a rebel, renegade, must stay paid
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