Making A Murderer Lyrics - Black Thought

Outer space the place that I'm parkin' in 

My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin' 

Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan 

Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than 

Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than 

Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it 

I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans 

At Lanvin 

I'm that primetime Buju Banton 

And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die 

Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply? 

Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide 

It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide 

Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified 

Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine 

My sidekick came from Columbine 

That fly shit came from Saint Laurent 

Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time 

Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is right 

I said a weapon should be chosen to fire 

Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker 

Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker 

My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica 

While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth 

What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up 

Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley 

In places untraceable by Rand McNally 

Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley 

The more championship rings than John Salley 

Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali 

I traveled to Tijuana to smack the federali 

Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali 

I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga 

Name some other body who equally as ill 

Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille 

Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real 

People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!" 

Well picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats 

Any rapper coming for me, I'mma send a missile back 

Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact 

That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at 

Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango 

Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo 

I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it gonzo 

A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas 

Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas 

I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers 

Here come the general for the quadricentennial 

I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas 

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Let's meet at the crossroads of torsos 

And learn some things only the Lord knows 

Break the law, it's the only law now, no one knows 

Got pies in the oven but no DiGiornos 

We all got fucked but no pornos 

We ain't growing corn but got cornrows 

We ain't playing greens but we be spending it 

Lifespan is short, try extending it 

If you ain't into reading, I'm recommending it 

I'm reading Carter G. Woodson when I'm in the woods 

When the money's cut off, then we barter goods 

A lot of niggas is cowards that ran out of fatherhood 

Should we kill them or let 'em live? 

I don't fuck with no suckers, I never did 

Mi amore, if you a Moor 

If I ever go to war it's the kids I do it for 

I eat emcees they can send me a few of yours 

And by a few I mean way more than two 

You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through 

And watch them get beat like African drums do 

Also, I probably gave lessons to Sun Tzu 

Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee master of Kung Fu 

Rhyming with Black Thought assessing the black thought 

I told you that I'm conscious but bitch we'll clap off 

I'mma be the one that they hold in a rap off 

I ain't wrapped too tight, nigga I snap off 

Or maybe I snap on 

When I go for the rhyme my nigga the latch on 

I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but elegant 

Given you hell heaven sent 

Light a joint, I've been places you've never been 

If I close my eyes, I could die then get wise 

Read my life like a script, I'm getting it revised 

Used to keep the beat joint right up in the Levi's 

I'm the tenth wonder I told them to ask 9th 

I'm the other Black Thought, the last air bender 

Avatar ghost, the one who could bend time 

The one who could bend rhymes, the one who could bend flows 

Repping for all niggas, little nigga you know 

We the ones who made making of a murderer 

Fuck around and you could be in making of a murderer 

Ghost! 

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