75 Bars (Black’s Reconstruction)

By The Roots

On Rising Down

Released on April 28, 2008

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[Intro]

Just a little bit more

We got Tariq up?


[Verse: Black Thought]

I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas

With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste weird niggas

And erase scared niggas, them snake-head niggas

That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us

Niggas make dead niggas, and hate Black niggas

Brown niggas, high yellow niggas, and them red niggas

No tellin' when the bullet comin', be prepared, niggas

'Cause when it do, it's coming–land, sea, and air, niggas

That's everywhere, niggas

Am I the motherfuckin' Legendary? Yeah, niggas

Make it very clear, niggas

Been looking at y'all in my rearview mirror, niggas

Want To Be A Millionaire? I'm already there, niggas

I'm a debonair nigga, a bear taking more than my share

Looky here, yeah, I know it ain't fair, nigga

Neither is a bald eagle with a hair trigger

Haystack—try to find a needle up in there, nigga

Leave you up in there, nigga

Show me the puppet that don't need a puppeteer, nigga

Shed another tear, nigga

I'm in the field with a shield and a spear, nigga

I'm in your girl with her heels in the air, nigga

I am such a rare nigga

You in a battle telling me you not ready, like you figured I'ma bear with you

I don't care, nigga

You now listening to the sounds of the Money Making Jam Trillionaires, nigga

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 niggas ain't change, them niggas 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 rock star, 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 niggas outside looking desperate again, nigga

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas and disintegrate

I'm a rebel, renegade, must stay paid