Magnificent - Black Thought

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 (Magnif-Magnificent)

Took me to Amiri Baraka from LeRoi Jones

To Hajj Malik el-Shabazz from Detroit Red (Magnif-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'm magnificent)

The big homie in The Smithsonian (I am 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 (Magnif-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 (Magnif-Magnificent)

The man tellin' you shams to go to hell if you a god damn 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 (God damn)

Don’t make me burn your wings off like the Icarus (I am magnificent)

The Lord take away the same thing he giveth us

Temptation, do not lead, please deliver us (I am 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)