Black Thought - State Prisoner :: A COLORS SHOW

We need each other, we have to have each other for our survival

From the revolutionaries to the conservatives, a black united front

(Uh huh) Is what we're about (Yeah)

The makin' of the mob, the changin' of the guard

An angel from the Lord in ceremonial garb

The big homie in charge, main culprit at large

Emerged over the odds, the victory is ours

The talented Mr. Trotter, a midnight marauder

If there's blood in thе water, no stoppin' the top shotta

I drop bombs, multiple arms likе candelabras, on a mission

I'm chasing chicken like a Chupacabra, nigga

Salute your father, I'm headed back to Wakanda

After the drama, rappers get medivac'ed to the trauma

To kill a lion separated from the pride

I rule Zion, I am the most hated one alive

A gun was fired, another one expired

I represent the unwanted, undesired

Wash my hands off it all, then raise one and testified

To lyrical manslaughter, I'm guilty but justified, nigga

I started running the streets when I was nine

When, when I started running around at nine

I knew what I was gonna do when I was ten

Trust the vibe when it's the fly sinister

Philly's certified finisher, the prime minister

In God's image the monument, the homage is to

The problem is acknowledgin' how to apply penance for the transgressions

That I've accepted in acquiescence of my own presence

As I inspected my loaded weapon (Y'all just don't get it)

So stream it at your own discretion, every answered question

Investment in your own protection

They be like: "Black, well, who knew we'd be receivin' a new you

That's part Zulu and Farrakhan meets Pharaoh Khufu?"

Misinterpret my level of genius and call it cuckoo

But the Swahili meaning of freedom is still uhuru

To the booth guru, I deliver the truth to you

Who got the nerve to act as if this isn't proof to you

That I will mobilize a militia then troop to you?

No tellin' what I got in the system to shoot through you

If it's too brutal, look the other way like I'm bribin' you

But surrender all your valuables as if I'm robbin' you

As I slide, the hassle to the side, like a tassel

The facade of the place I reside is like a castle

I'm the honorable Pensée Noir, my nom de guerre

I'm the czar, the Peking-to-Paris, is my kinda car

I'm the R, I'm the L, I'm the Kane

All correlated, unadulterated power

The king been coronated, wake up

No masquerade, remove the make-up

It's no sleep, but my eyes refuse to stay shut

It's gatekeeper's responsible for this place

But historically, the authorities been morally bankrupt

Enter the executioner, speaking of retribution

I will send shots to Lucifer even to catch the future

Me and the best producers out again, en route again

Airborne audio spores, it's like an allergen, so

In conclusion, I wanna clear the confusion

Any rumors the artist you're currently hearin' is human

The shapeshifter, weightlifter, I hate Hitler

I'm the great victor behind the bars, state prisoner