Black Thought - 9th vs. Thought lyrics

[Intro] 215 21-pound Uh... [Verse 1] I'm not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine I'm sick as I ever been Rollin' out of the dealership and the McLaren These rappers is Peter Pan, I'm Pan-African Space invader black and nem Mixin' Alexander McQueen with Haider Ackermann Real rapture in the form of a living man I don't give a damn, not a mortal could test me See, I don't get examed I'm a high priest and a wild beast Once warrior, now chief—the mouthpiece of the foul East And I'm a rock 'em, sock 'em robot, hops, I drop bombs Any flow I got come at you like "dot coms" You should know I'm not, for the run of the mill drill I'm still trill, the flame thrower, the real deal I don't coincide aside with the oddness Your highness is where the pantheon of the gods is, I promise I'm known for being brutally honest If lyricism is spiritual to you then rewind this I'ma k** 'em but it ain't about to be with kindness I believe the industry about to see a conquest Changin' of the mindset Money just a concept, never been a object Even when my mother was livin' up in the projects Now my waitin' is higher than young Richard Pryor get Still speakin' my mind, just in a different dialect [Interlude] It takes two to make anthropology The student and the study That being the case It is time for the study to examinate the student And to evaluate its own self [Verse 2] I said, I seen it all, I had it all and I ain't mad at all This rapper toss gravitas like a cannonball Stayin' up all night, throwin' my sleep pattern off I need a doctor on call to keep Adderall Position of my commission is trilateral You f**in' with me, you trippin' for tryin' that at all I mess around, make the call, get the gat involved I know people, it's a small world after all My credit card say it's onward at the mall My broad lookin' like she Cinderella at the ball Reborn every January like a Capricorn From downtown, no Ryan Lewis and Macklemore It's yours truly, I'm Paul Mooney, I'm George Clooney I'm fully immersed in the craft, bringin' awards to me The ba** player said he gon' sue me I gave the finger to him, the Lord gave a round of applause to me My soul winnin', I've been goaltendin' Cold sentence, chrome pen, a n***a gone 'til it's no limit The vision came to me so vivid My observation was if money for the takin', I'ma go and get it Y'all know my everyday [?] [?lay, no costume?] I murk rappers and they can't play no possum Another studio but it's the same old outcome I told my n***a [?] [?Small Vicious?], "Baby, we got one" Listen [Interlude 2] Accurate scholarship and fee dedicated artists would reveal a singularly important thing Racism was and is not only a mark of ignorance It was and is a monumental fraud