Soundtrack to Confusion

Crazy

Two-fifteen

Uh, I'm here seated at the helm

The Black soundtrack to confusion is the film

I'm channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell

The story of winnin' in life, then losin' it as well

The triumph was Makaveli inspired

Awakened a sleepin' giant, commander Tariq ibn Ziyad

Fresh from the fire and into formal attire

That's from a foreign designer, I call the plug

Supplier of the high we got

Try me not, that's the caveat

You'd probably get the same thing my last body got

Poet laureate, swift chariot, the Maserat'

The one to watch, born the year of the ox, I got

More than a reason to revel like Desus and Mero

Lyrical religious hero on Jesus' level

The reason none of these heathens is even as thorough

We bear arms like Idris or Venus de Milo

My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it's yellow

I'm colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello

I'm older than a bar code, it ain't easy to tell, oh

The rap John Henry, they send me deep in the railroad

I'm heavy metal, the rock roller, the rebel without a pause

Perspective is bipolar as ever, I gotta cross

The bridge and then burnt it into ash

A reoccurrin' dream and then turned it into cash

The reoccurrin' theme is the hurt lives in the past

But undeniable lessons I learned live in the stash, uh

The breadwinner, the dead center, the head spinner

I heard life is a bitch, I went to bed with her

I once was told to know thyself

How can I grow myself if I don't know myself?

The low-hangin' fruit for bottom feeders, no top shelf

I chase demons for a lot of reasons, not just health

Seated at the throne, summonin' the ghosts like a séance

I never take a day off work, it never pay off

I wish for more peace on this Earth and never chaos

As long as classrooms gettin' sprayed with the ARs, yeah

Revelation of a blessin' in disguise

I looked hate in the face and read the message in his eyes