Magnificent

Two fifteen

I hurt myself to see if I could feel

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 Roc la famille

I was poppin' pills, unaware that steel sharpens steel

I've grown, droppin' my popular B-Boy poems

Took me to Amiri Baraka from Leroi Jones

To Hajj Malik El Shabazz from Detroit Red

And to the polar opposite of what your report said

When me and Sponart was playin' our part

Creatin' con art to curatin' fine art

Now a ****'s a monarch

The torch head was forced fed

Look how the flames flicker

Now if it's what Thought said, you know the name quicker

Left the big homie in The Smithsonian

I'ma ox, so the box **** can't throw me in

The punishment I'ma hit 'em with is draconian

It's in me, 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 **** en vogue, finger full of flintstones

Louder than a motherfuckin' pimp's clothes

Haters, I am the weapon the Lord formed against those

I prefer the law of mathematics over Jim Crow's

My prose keep them devils jumpin' out the windows

The man tellin' you shams to go to hell

If you a god damned pyramid, scam evangelical

The origin of my grace is unavailable

But you would know the name of the place

Is Illadel, if you a real one

Aye yo (I'm the 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, I'm nasty as black licorice

Telephone stacks sickenin', that's **** rich

Don't make me burn your wings off like the Icarus

The Lord take away the same thing he giveth us

Temptation do not lead, please deliver us

When you a beast, you kinda cease to give a fuck

You stop listenin', please tell me not this again

Beggin', "Bring back Black, the block missin' him!"

To murder tracks right in front of mad witnesses

Forty four magnificent, what the bidness is?