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Right Hand Man
Royce da 5′9" feat. Black Thought
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Please be advised, that glory be to God
Spoiler alert, at the end of the story, we survive
Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive
My day-one right hand was like a cyanide
Feelin' too thinner when I'm anorexic
Up against the blessin', better strategize my exit
My weapon's drawn with a right or left, I'm ambidextrous
I am infectious, I'm what history's corrected
Inside the eyes of a beast that lies in the shadow
Who lives in a revolution and dies in a battle
For name and fortune, through the blood, sweat, and torture
In front of a smokin' gun, the slug that's an orphan
A box they brought to me for my son, that's a coffin
I would've taken his place, but lost him, look what it cost him
We pledge allegiance to the nether regions
My right-hand man break bones when gettin' even
For honor, country and state, there's not a better reason
To wake up, feelin' as if I've been tried for treason
My whole life had been a battle in it of itself
My story feelin' like it belong to someone else
I hope for a sort of separate the fact from the folklore
The constitution's a record I ghostwrote for
Stripes and stars I pay the gross quote for
That old broke blood-soaked flag that spoke for the victories
Fit the steez of a young canon who could click and squeeze
My iniquity is thick as thieves
With civil liberties gettin' fricassee
Am I willin' to die for it? Yes, indeed
So take ten paces and spin around
Plantation, put in the ground, put 'em in the ground
Stash the right-hand man, look around
Tried to take a stand but it took him down
My last right-hand man turned to snake in the end
He fooled me once, but you know how them haters pretend
My left hand switched, it tried to switch back and make it amends
But gettin' rich after's the greatest revenge
We are soldiers of fortune, lyrical Odins
Swimmin' with the sharks and orcas, deliverin' tortures
Poem send you walkin' to the holy gates, another life I'm gon' erase
If you don't cut it like a butterknife, look, we ain't brothers, not no relation
In a world where you gotta watch both hands
Like tryna tell time on a flooded iced Rollie facin'
Your watch is a square like your wrist is a different shape
I demonstrate 'cause you let niggas slide, they quick to figure skate
Silence is golden while I'm rollin' by
I spit it like I dipped the entire alphabet in gold and stole a golden eye
I visualize pyramids, then let my intellect build it
The truth is dead, nigga, the internet killed it
I got the power shiftin' in the next building, watchin' the World Trade
While my vinyl drop in the tower just to get third paid
It's 9-11 when I rhyme a record
I may just record a bunch of somethin', outrageous
I was fuckin' drunk when I made it, so I may just
Call it what I wanna call it like it's Kanye's shit
They call me Origami lured with the Glock, I tie your soul in a knot
Then after this, I'm out on tour in a mosh
They say the money can't buy happiness
Well, I'd have to just assume that you niggas don't know where the shot
(My cannon know when to pop) I'm drinkin' Henny' in my sleep
It's every man for himself, it can get stingy in these streets
If we ain't careful, watch your right-hand man, look around
While you was biggin' him up, the nigga took you down
Watch who you givin' your trust, an inch to a mile
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em in the ground (put 'em in the ground)
Please be advised, glory be to God
Spoiler alert, at the end of the story, we survive
Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive
My day-one right hand was like a cyanide
Down to catch a three to five over its peace of mind
And guilt and foolish pride, but he had a ghoulish side
He staged revolutionary suicide
He load the black thoughts into his nickel .9
He had a state of mind that was too combined
He laid the evolution for the youth to ride
The definition of a coup d'état
This is the definition of a true demise
This is murderin' cold blood in front of Koolie Ha
Now they kissin' my coke cheek, like I'm Cochise
This a mixture of art like Muay-Thai