Lyrics Twofifteen - Black Thought
Two
fifteen
Yo
The
big
wheel
keep
turnin'
like
Ikes
and
Anna
Maes
The
church
kitchen
hustle
dinners
every
Saturday
Pull
over,
let
me
grab
a
plate,
I
tend
to
gravitate
Towards
how
fish
dinners
from
a
styrofoam
platter
taste
My
granddaddy
sported
a
plaid
Donny
Hathaway
Hustlin'
for
everything
we
had,
'til
he
passed
away
When
I
would
ask
about
what
path
to
take
He
used
to
laugh
and
say,
"No
man
is
an
island
but
I'm
a
castaway"
Casualties,
I
seen
'em
like
the
French
Foreign
Legion
On
the
streets,
they
used
to
carry
out
bizzare
procedures
In
jean
jackets
and
Jabbar,
Adidas
Back
when
local
R&B
was
just
as
soulful
as
orthopedics
Me
and
my
man,
twistin'
up
some
reefer
and
Wishin'
we
knew
On
The
Town,
hitman
in
the
lights
of
sand
Christian,
on
the
edge
of
existence,
man,
listen
Understand
respect
and
fear
was
the
all-American
ambition
For
badass
kids
in
the
laundromat,
foldin'
a
load
Well
lo'
and
behold,
a
whole
'nother
fork
in
the
road
My
wish
for
them
is
that
the
truth
is
eventually
told
Out
on
the
corner,
where
whatever
you
can
sell
is
sold
I
heard
murder
ran,
as
vast
as
deserted
land
Since
back
when
Burning
Man
was
blacks
in
Birmingham
Before
the
presidential
election
diversion
scam
Matter
fact,
before
they
clapped
Franz
Ferdinand
You
gossip
on
Jay
and
Beyonce
or
Kim
and
Kanye
But
keep
risin'
to
the
top,
what
my
mind
say
Picture
my
daughter
drinkin'
water
with
a
sign
Say,
"For
colored
girls,"
I
ain't
talkin'
Ntozake
Shange
Who
said
it's
cynical?
I
was
a
king
and
general
Rich
in
every
resource,
precious
metal
and
mineral
Before
the
devil
entered
the
land
of
the
plentiful
With
that
Jamaican
funk,
gotta
get
it
into
who
For
generations
under
God,
indivisible
Psych
ward
patience,
vampires
in
a
interview
Become
institutionalized,
what
a
nigga
do
But
what
we
had
to
do
to
survive,
none
o'
them
could
do
Who
the
technical
culprit,
I
don't
mess
with
no
vultures
I'm
electrical
voltage,
not
the
regular
dosage
Too
obsessive
compulsive,
I'm
a
fuckin'
explosive
Mixed
message
in
a
bottle,
I
left
with
the
postman
I'm
that
arachnophobia,
black
petroleum
Ceremoniously
holy
when
at
the
podium
Even
though
it's
hotter
than
weapons-grade
plutonium
The
people
tryna
check
for
the
return
of
the
Ichiban
Obi-Wan
universe,
you
owe
me
one
solid
My
homie
Gonzalez,
only
know
gun
violence
On
the
corner
where
they
prob'ly
on
they
21
Savage
Catch
two
in
your
cabbage,
Young
Cesar
Chavez
Revision
one,
yo,
where
we
get
our
rhythm
from?
Continuum,
still
swingin'
like
a
pendulum
Here
the
women
come,
sing
it
like
Sarah
Vaughan
Heard
9th
up
in
a
house,
from
North
Carilon'
Ain't
no
mannequin
challenge,
but
y'all
paralyzed
It's
gettin'
cold
outside,
a
word
from
the
wise
Y'all
niggas
better
bundle
up
but
I
bet
it
be
a
hotter
summer
Not
for
nothin'
yo,
the
cops
get
down,
especially
when
it
come
to
us
Nigga
better
be
a
Rockefeller
Get
that
out
your
pocket
fella,
sayin'
in
acapella
Ain't
a
damn
thing
really
changed
as
far
as
I
can
tell
it
Another
soul
with
no
name,
the
helicopters
hunted
Look
like
a
couple
of
days
before
the
doctor
comin'
But
that's
my
little
cousin,
watch
him
for
me
I
think
the
world
tryna
sock
it
to
me
It
kinda
feel
like
everything
is
out
of
pocket
for
me
Who
keep
it
a
hundred
when
everything's
partial?
Dignity
and
sanity
is
what
the
game
cost
you
Wake
up
to
the
paddles
on
your
chest,
we
had
lost
you
I'm
just
paintin'
a
picture
like
Kerry
James
Marshall
I'm
just
takin'
a
picture
like
Carrie
Mae
Weems
So
smile
and
say
cheese,
we
in
2018
In
a
pyramid
scheme,
nightmares
and
day
dreams
From
the
runaway
slave,
to
a
modern
day
king
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