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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Composer
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irko
Irko
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Producer
Montez "Spon" Roberts
Montez "Spon" Roberts
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, two fifteen (that's right) I hurt myself to see if I could feel (magnificent) Then I began to pray to see if God was real I said, "All seeing, reveal to me that which is concealed" Somethin' told me that I probably Shouldn't be behind the wheel of that Bonneville I was still feelin' kinda ill, not a dollar bill Time to kill, tryna sign a deal Ten years before state prop was rock la famille I was poppin' pills unaware that steel sharpens steel, I've grown Droppin' my popular B-Boy poems (magni-magnificent) Took me to Amiri Baraka from LeRoi Jones To Hajj Malik el-Shabazz from Detroit Red (magni-magnificent) And to the polar opposite of what your report said Well, me and Sponart was playin' our part Creatin' con art to curatin' fine art, now a nigga's a monarch The torch head was force fed, look how the flames flicker Now if it's what Thought said, you know the name quicker Uh, ay, yo (I, I, I, I, I'm magnificent) The big homie in The Smithsonian (let them mag-magnificent) I'm an ox so the box niggas can't throw me in The punishment I'ma hit 'em with is draconian It's in me (magni-magnificent), muscle memory is Pavlovian The magnificent with a tinted skin tone Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, keep 'em in the friend zone Keep 'em closer than my enemy, which I depend on for that motivation That's what keep a nigga en vogue Fingers full of Flintstones Louder than a motherfuckin' pimp clothes Haters, I am the weapon, the Lord formed against those I prefer the law of mathematics over Jim Crow's My prose keep 'em devils jumpin' out the windows (magni-magnificent) The man tellin' you shams to go to hell If you a goddamn pyramid, scam evangenical The origin of my grace is unavailable But you would know the name of the place is Illadel, if you a real one Ayy, yo (I, I, I, I, I'm magnificent) Got the bop gun loaded up to kill one Drop cruisin' like Top Gun through Brazil When your net worth is millions, people too familiar My network is real young, careful where you chill, son I'm the magnificent Stay playin' where them bad bitches is Dilla, Slum Village, macknickelous People know my style nasty as black licorice Telephone stacks sickenin', that's nigga-rich (goddamn) Don't make me burn your wings off like the Icarus (magnificent) The Lord take away the same thing He giveth us Temptation do not lead, please deliver us (let them mag-magnificent) When you a beast, you kinda cease to give a fuck You stop listening, please tell me not this again Begging, "Bring back Black, the block missin' him" To murder tracks right in front of mad witnesses Forty-four magnificent, what the bidness is? I am the most magnificent I, I, I, I, I'm the magnificent
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Deleno Sean Matthews, Bob Gallo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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