Artist: Black Thought & 9th Wonder
Album:  Streams of Thought, Vol. 1
Song:   9th vs. Thought
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Cedmaster3K 

[Intro]
Two-fifteen...
21-pound, uh...

[Black Thought]
I'm not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine
I'm sick as I ever been
Rollin' out of the dealership in a McLaren
These rappers is Peter Pan, I'm Pan-African
Space invader blackin' 'em
Mixin' Alexander McQueen with Haider Ackermann
Real rapture in the form of a living man, I don't give a damn
Not a mortal could test me, see I don't get examed
I'm a high priest and a wild beast
Once warrior, now chief, the mouthpiece of the foul East
And I'm a Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot hive, I drop bombs
Any flow I got, come at you like dot coms
You should know I'm not, for the run of the mill drill
I'm still trill, the flame thrower, the real deal
I don't coincide with the oddness
Your Highness, is where the pantheon of the gods is, I promise
I'm known for bein' brutally honest
If lyricism is spiritual to you then rewind this
I'ma kill 'em but it ain't about to be with kindness
I believe the industry about to see a conquest, changin' of the mindset
Money just a concept, never been a object
Even when my mother was livin' up in the projects
Now my ratin' is higher than young Richard Pryor get
Still speakin' my mind, just in a different dialect

[Interlude]
"It takes two to make anthropology:
 The student and the studied
 That being the case, it is time 
 for the studied to examine the student 
 and to evaluate its own self."

[Black Thought]
I said, I seen it all, I had it all and I ain't mad at all
This rapper toss gravitas like a cannonball
Stayin up all night, throwin my sleep pattern off
I need a doctor on call to keep Adderall
Position of my commission is trilateral
You fuckin with me, you trippin for tryin that at all
I mess around, make the call, get the gat involved
I know people, it's a small world after all
My credit card say it's onward at the mall
My broad lookin like she Cinderella at the ball
Reborn every January like a Capricorn
From +Downtown+, no Ryan Lewis and Macklemore
It's yours truly, I'm Paul Mooney, I'm George Clooney
I'm fully immersed in the craft, bringin awards to me
The bass player said he gon' sue me
I gave the finger to him, the Lord gave a round of applause to me
My soul winnin, I've been goaltendi'
Cold sentence, chrome pen, a nigga gone 'til it's no limit
The vision came to me so vivid
My observation was if money for the takin, I'ma go and get it
Y'all know my everyday, lay no costume
I murk rappers and they cain't play no possum
Another studio but it's the same old outcome
I told my nigga Spon Vicious, "Baby, we got one"
Listen

[Outro]
"Accurate scholarship and free, dedicated artists 
would reveal a singularly important thing:
Racism was and is not only a mark of ignorance
It was and is a monumental fraud"