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As many thousands of freestyles and verses BT has ripped, he has earned the right to read off whatever he wants whenever he wants, in my opinion. There is no questioning his prowess as an MC at this point.
@@firetreemarket8651 he has an album called "Amerikin Junkie" it's available on RUclips Music music.ruclips.net/p/OLAK5uy_kID2lq0GXIevNhMY4YOVHAj0IGQmOtv0Q&si=uW0CZc09Eo7Uvrub
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, read the morning paper, kiss my baby girl Tell my lady I'm gone, until I save the world Jump in a hot rod wheel, looking super thorough Rocking a long black cape like the Duke of Earl My cool don't drop, I bring forth a future twirl Smash glass in my hands, then produce a pearl I do the James' on stage, the Big L, the [j...?] Ya'll know I'm bona fied live, I'm too for real So the truth prevail, it never fail Ask me the key to blazing a trail, I never tell Like the digits on the check in the mail, I give them hell With the clever rhymes in the squad, situated well yo The money making jam boys' throwing elbows You want to holler, you could do the rebel yell yo I'm not concerned, when will ya'll learn Truck North, yell these niggas, it's the grand return [Verse 2: Truck North] Staring out my window, blowing out some endo I am legend, niggas kneel like Lorenzo In this race that I have led, like a pencil Seen a [?] [?] grace, [l..?] the tempo But me, I couldn't be nicer if I wanted to Higher if I wanted to, add another 'W' Let's have a round of applause, just because Cause' I'm so fly, I'm thirty seconds to Mars He's so retard, I go so retard I'm treated like a Czar, way sicker than ya'll I'm way off the brain, I maintain the game North side understand, [p...?] the fucking [f...?] Hold up, man of the year, the flow of the decade Surprised like I kicked in his door with four K's Which one, pick one --they all going to spray I gave you ample time, pimpin' [now the...] [m...?] [for days?] I get the crown from the king, and the pussy from the queens The money from the jacks, the ace of all schemes [Ten of us holding?] 9's, on the corner, selling eighths Hello and goodbye from north side the great A man like the one before you would never kneel Stay letting motherfuckers have it like Goodwill What's the deal, fashions so fucked up dog The ugly shit cost the most, I ain't rich enough to look that poor Quick on the draw, your mural on the wall And ya'll niggas out of style like ya' still eat pork Pop corks on the nightly, haters wanna fight me Cause' their girls wanna take me to the 'tel and bite me Spike Lee, do the right thing or you might be Up shits creek without paddle, oh well [Verse 3: Dice Raw] Yo, they call me mister make it happen, mister make the ladies breathe hard They get down on their knees, like they see god People think I love money, but you know I never did I used to dress real bummy when I was a kid White lady on the plane, she said, you look nice Thanks, but what the fuck a nigga 'posed to look like But I got an idea, my thoughts are very clear The same as [minds?] when I'm staring at a derrière One track routed, there's no way around it My heads in the stars, there's no way I'm grounded My heads in the nosebleed seats by the bleachers Them clown niggas over there giving me the creepers Let off the heat-seekers as fast as Derek Jeter Send them all to St Peters, make them all deep sleepers Byron Crawford says I carry weed for one of rap's elitist Then go back to his real job, stuffing them panitas Yo, I live everyday like I hit the sweepstakes So don't compare me to none of those cheapskates Black label, Clark Gable, crocodile briefcase Got them old white guys looking screw face But they can tell when to stop looking in Raw's face Cause' I look at them like Scarface My grandma, used to clean toilets everyday. and her heart aches But she ain't raise a dummy, I'm a jack-of-all-trades And the games, I've all played and I ain't talking about the ones in the arcade I [let?] them all spray, sinnin' but I think we've all strayed Away from the shepherd, chasing the cheddar Still what could be better, they told me it's heaven But I ain't believe them, so I'm labeled as a heathen I die for a dollar, only live for the weekend You get one life, so I dive in the deep end [Verse 4: P.O.R.N.] See, some people think I'm an asshole Cause' I would tell Eve she could bite on the apple I'm waiting at the light, while she wait at the chapel Cause' I'm with a chick with some double 'D' naturals See, I take a nice ass before I take nice girls Especially if they like weed the way that they like girls Before I see [a gate?] in the skies with the white pearls I'd rather spend a night in the 'tel with a white girl Trippin' off the best of the best in the best [room?] While my man, Gee's gettin' head in the next room I play a dirty game, see the world as a rec room She might get a broke heart, might get a flesh wound Cause' I'm a evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit So half of the time I'mma keep it one hundred [So?] don't play chicken when I'm out of my [rum fix?] [Might get hit?] in your wing or your drum stick See, I'm living in sin, I'm cynical Call me a dick, cause' I [don't ride on] no genitals Might get the itch, but I don't need Benadryl I need that work, but I don't do interviews I do hi-jacks, [juxs?], and [jam jobs?] Watch where you step, every block is a land mind There's an old connect, but I don't mean land line I mean that knack that used to ride with my man [?] Back from the west coast, pounds of the best [dro?] Have you in a pool of [your dudes on the dress d...?] Now put that with the egg with the red yolk And make bangers that bang until they neck broke I woke up this morning with a hella hangover And some mommy looking at me like I motherfuckin' owe her Don't remember her name, or the buill shit I told her She looking for the change [?] [?] in the sofa The only thing on me, knock a nigga out his laundry Knock him back on his donkey, I'm in love with a junkie That's in love with an addict, addicted to the pussy Believe me, I trade her for a bag of weed cookies Or a good piece of hash, or a young piece of ass [Put?] me in the mickey, if it gets me a titty I'm coo-coo for Coco Puffs, [before?] I was old enough To load it up, hold it up --[I?] crack a nigga coconut Showing up to class late, half awake --half baked Hot [teach?] got me fiending for a hot ['T'?] [Hopeless?] ferocious, doubling my doses Voices in my head, make it so hard to focus Please, if you see the reaper on your travels I got an ounce of super-natural Now tell him, we can smoke We can joke, we can bang a little dope Ever verse, every quote is a suicide note God damn, [?] [?] [?] mmm mm [?] [man?] Must be out my [?] [?] [?] [Verse 5: Black Thought] Yo, I'm kinda on the hot side Wylin' out, while people put me in their top five Alive or not live I'm so ahead of my time, I'm counter clockwise They say I got an ego that match my cock size I'm from a city called Philly where the shots fly I'm with them rock stars that cause the rock slide I'm at a mach five, you at a stop sign And the wind just like carbon monoxide Well look at me, I'm in the place to be We basically, them people that you hate to see I stay awake, cause' I feel it ain't safe to sleep The taste maker waiting until they get a taste of Riq' When I stop, snap the picture --that's black the ripper The Money Making Jam Boys, hip hop flippers Just a hustler, trying to get my cake and eat Word up, I'm in the place to be Hold up, I told ya'll give thanks and praise to the most high This twenty-one gun salute, get your [toast?] high You thinking of testing the truth, gets your hopes high You going to wind up getting fucked, like a choke job I'm on the throne, keep the microphone close by Case I got to touch something like Tone Toca And I could do it on my own like Oprah But I'd rather do it with the pack, like Chopra Me and my [trooper] team, reppin' the two-fifteen Pull up in something European looking super clean That silly shorty ain't my love, nigga, Billy Jean Ya'll know we roll up on the scene, and it's a philly theme Been getting cream since when [E?] was in [gille?] [jeans?] I'm still supreme, spilling things --power healing things My lady, she the illest queen from the Philippines I'm a [?] [?], hold your applause --[killa' screams?] I came in on a champagne wish, and [dilla dreams?] I'm just controlling my rage against the machine A rock and a hard place, they got me in-between And when it comes to this mic, I'm still a fiend What it mean, I'm steady microphone fiendin' --look I'm in the wrong place for the wrong reasons, and Sharing the spotlight with my demons, is The renaissance man, black all seasons --look In photos posing with my own omens, and I never chose this live, but it was chosen --it's Nothing to fear, besides fear and loathing, look I'm on a job from open time to closing --who The underrated, underdog with the upper hand The lead singer, front man for the contraband Easy to find like firearms in Pakistan Black's the best, there shall be none after him To hell and back again, target practicing Laughing at these emcees that's just rapperin Until ya'll can stand for something like an acronym Instead of spitting your rhymes, I'm just slapping them
not one in my mind, hands down the best, jordan of rap, theres been the majics and birds (biggie, big l, rakim) and theres a couple kobes and lebrons out there now (nas, jay) but no one has the pedigree or the ability thought does
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@shayrunsthecity its a freestyle in the sense that he rhyming on with no real set topic and over a random beat, but it's not the usual freestyle we think of where it's straight of the dome shit
"I'm so ahead of my time, I'm counterclockwise"
Black Thought is Top 3 DOA, and is my favorite freestyler
As many thousands of freestyles and verses BT has ripped, he has earned the right to read off whatever he wants whenever he wants, in my opinion. There is no questioning his prowess as an MC at this point.
Yo! P.O.R.N ate this one. Dudes sleep on him but his skill set sick!
Terry Carter you ain't lied. Thought is my #1, but PORN made him go in his phone.
Homie gets too lit. Dopest flow. Too lit. Faak.
He sick! But I can't find any solo stuff. Know where I could?
@@firetreemarket8651 he has an album called "Amerikin Junkie" it's available on RUclips Music music.ruclips.net/p/OLAK5uy_kID2lq0GXIevNhMY4YOVHAj0IGQmOtv0Q&si=uW0CZc09Eo7Uvrub
I always loved Greg Porn's voice and flow!
I'm still waiting for a MMJB album in 2020...
For real!!
That would be sick
P.O.R.N is Nasteee!!!
Any doubt that black thought is the greatest?DAMN!!!
Understand. Played the fan.
@trucknorth
Please come out with more music! You guys are so talented!
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, read the morning paper, kiss my baby girl
Tell my lady I'm gone, until I save the world
Jump in a hot rod wheel, looking super thorough
Rocking a long black cape like the Duke of Earl
My cool don't drop, I bring forth a future twirl
Smash glass in my hands, then produce a pearl
I do the James' on stage, the Big L, the [j...?]
Ya'll know I'm bona fied live, I'm too for real
So the truth prevail, it never fail
Ask me the key to blazing a trail, I never tell
Like the digits on the check in the mail, I give them hell
With the clever rhymes in the squad, situated well yo
The money making jam boys' throwing elbows
You want to holler, you could do the rebel yell yo
I'm not concerned, when will ya'll learn
Truck North, yell these niggas, it's the grand return
[Verse 2: Truck North]
Staring out my window, blowing out some endo
I am legend, niggas kneel like Lorenzo
In this race that I have led, like a pencil
Seen a [?] [?] grace, [l..?] the tempo
But me, I couldn't be nicer if I wanted to
Higher if I wanted to, add another 'W'
Let's have a round of applause, just because
Cause' I'm so fly, I'm thirty seconds to Mars
He's so retard, I go so retard
I'm treated like a Czar, way sicker than ya'll
I'm way off the brain, I maintain the game
North side understand, [p...?] the fucking [f...?]
Hold up, man of the year, the flow of the decade
Surprised like I kicked in his door with four K's
Which one, pick one --they all going to spray
I gave you ample time, pimpin' [now the...] [m...?] [for days?]
I get the crown from the king, and the pussy from the queens
The money from the jacks, the ace of all schemes
[Ten of us holding?] 9's, on the corner, selling eighths
Hello and goodbye from north side the great
A man like the one before you would never kneel
Stay letting motherfuckers have it like Goodwill
What's the deal, fashions so fucked up dog
The ugly shit cost the most, I ain't rich enough to look that poor
Quick on the draw, your mural on the wall
And ya'll niggas out of style like ya' still eat pork
Pop corks on the nightly, haters wanna fight me
Cause' their girls wanna take me to the 'tel and bite me
Spike Lee, do the right thing or you might be
Up shits creek without paddle, oh well
[Verse 3: Dice Raw]
Yo, they call me mister make it happen, mister make the ladies breathe hard
They get down on their knees, like they see god
People think I love money, but you know I never did
I used to dress real bummy when I was a kid
White lady on the plane, she said, you look nice
Thanks, but what the fuck a nigga 'posed to look like
But I got an idea, my thoughts are very clear
The same as [minds?] when I'm staring at a derrière
One track routed, there's no way around it
My heads in the stars, there's no way I'm grounded
My heads in the nosebleed seats by the bleachers
Them clown niggas over there giving me the creepers
Let off the heat-seekers as fast as Derek Jeter
Send them all to St Peters, make them all deep sleepers
Byron Crawford says I carry weed for one of rap's elitist
Then go back to his real job, stuffing them panitas
Yo, I live everyday like I hit the sweepstakes
So don't compare me to none of those cheapskates
Black label, Clark Gable, crocodile briefcase
Got them old white guys looking screw face
But they can tell when to stop looking in Raw's face
Cause' I look at them like Scarface
My grandma, used to clean toilets everyday. and her heart aches
But she ain't raise a dummy, I'm a jack-of-all-trades
And the games, I've all played and I ain't talking about the ones in the arcade
I [let?] them all spray, sinnin' but I think we've all strayed
Away from the shepherd, chasing the cheddar
Still what could be better, they told me it's heaven
But I ain't believe them, so I'm labeled as a heathen
I die for a dollar, only live for the weekend
You get one life, so I dive in the deep end
[Verse 4: P.O.R.N.]
See, some people think I'm an asshole
Cause' I would tell Eve she could bite on the apple
I'm waiting at the light, while she wait at the chapel
Cause' I'm with a chick with some double 'D' naturals
See, I take a nice ass before I take nice girls
Especially if they like weed the way that they like girls
Before I see [a gate?] in the skies with the white pearls
I'd rather spend a night in the 'tel with a white girl
Trippin' off the best of the best in the best [room?]
While my man, Gee's gettin' head in the next room
I play a dirty game, see the world as a rec room
She might get a broke heart, might get a flesh wound
Cause' I'm a evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit
So half of the time I'mma keep it one hundred
[So?] don't play chicken when I'm out of my [rum fix?]
[Might get hit?] in your wing or your drum stick
See, I'm living in sin, I'm cynical
Call me a dick, cause' I [don't ride on] no genitals
Might get the itch, but I don't need Benadryl
I need that work, but I don't do interviews
I do hi-jacks, [juxs?], and [jam jobs?]
Watch where you step, every block is a land mind
There's an old connect, but I don't mean land line
I mean that knack that used to ride with my man [?]
Back from the west coast, pounds of the best [dro?]
Have you in a pool of [your dudes on the dress d...?]
Now put that with the egg with the red yolk
And make bangers that bang until they neck broke
I woke up this morning with a hella hangover
And some mommy looking at me like I motherfuckin' owe her
Don't remember her name, or the buill shit I told her
She looking for the change [?] [?] in the sofa
The only thing on me, knock a nigga out his laundry
Knock him back on his donkey, I'm in love with a junkie
That's in love with an addict, addicted to the pussy
Believe me, I trade her for a bag of weed cookies
Or a good piece of hash, or a young piece of ass
[Put?] me in the mickey, if it gets me a titty
I'm coo-coo for Coco Puffs, [before?] I was old enough
To load it up, hold it up --[I?] crack a nigga coconut
Showing up to class late, half awake --half baked
Hot [teach?] got me fiending for a hot ['T'?]
[Hopeless?] ferocious, doubling my doses
Voices in my head, make it so hard to focus
Please, if you see the reaper on your travels
I got an ounce of super-natural
Now tell him, we can smoke
We can joke, we can bang a little dope
Ever verse, every quote is a suicide note
God damn, [?] [?] [?] mmm mm
[?] [man?]
Must be out my [?] [?] [?]
[Verse 5: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm kinda on the hot side
Wylin' out, while people put me in their top five
Alive or not live
I'm so ahead of my time, I'm counter clockwise
They say I got an ego that match my cock size
I'm from a city called Philly where the shots fly
I'm with them rock stars that cause the rock slide
I'm at a mach five, you at a stop sign
And the wind just like carbon monoxide
Well look at me, I'm in the place to be
We basically, them people that you hate to see
I stay awake, cause' I feel it ain't safe to sleep
The taste maker waiting until they get a taste of Riq'
When I stop, snap the picture --that's black the ripper
The Money Making Jam Boys, hip hop flippers
Just a hustler, trying to get my cake and eat
Word up, I'm in the place to be
Hold up, I told ya'll give thanks and praise to the most high
This twenty-one gun salute, get your [toast?] high
You thinking of testing the truth, gets your hopes high
You going to wind up getting fucked, like a choke job
I'm on the throne, keep the microphone close by
Case I got to touch something like Tone Toca
And I could do it on my own like Oprah
But I'd rather do it with the pack, like Chopra
Me and my [trooper] team, reppin' the two-fifteen
Pull up in something European looking super clean
That silly shorty ain't my love, nigga, Billy Jean
Ya'll know we roll up on the scene, and it's a philly theme
Been getting cream since when [E?] was in [gille?] [jeans?]
I'm still supreme, spilling things --power healing things
My lady, she the illest queen from the Philippines
I'm a [?] [?], hold your applause --[killa' screams?]
I came in on a champagne wish, and [dilla dreams?]
I'm just controlling my rage against the machine
A rock and a hard place, they got me in-between
And when it comes to this mic, I'm still a fiend
What it mean, I'm steady microphone fiendin' --look
I'm in the wrong place for the wrong reasons, and
Sharing the spotlight with my demons, is
The renaissance man, black all seasons --look
In photos posing with my own omens, and
I never chose this live, but it was chosen --it's
Nothing to fear, besides fear and loathing, look
I'm on a job from open time to closing --who
The underrated, underdog with the upper hand
The lead singer, front man for the contraband
Easy to find like firearms in Pakistan
Black's the best, there shall be none after him
To hell and back again, target practicing
Laughing at these emcees that's just rapperin
Until ya'll can stand for something like an acronym
Instead of spitting your rhymes, I'm just slapping them
Nah. Why?? JK. Dope!
Hahahaha
You have a problem. You’ve listen to this 5711X. You’re like me🤣🤣🤣🤣
You are a legend!
i've watched this shit like 3 times a year since 2011
I love the dude at the end. "Cmon man :(" damn that shit was funny Thought been calling out rappers for years now and nobody wants that smoke.
Amen to that brother!!! That last 50 bars or so were the illest to date!!!
RIP Big L
RIP GURU
In the wind like, Carbon Monoxide. Sheeiiittt.
"I'm so ahead of my time, I'm COUNTER-CLOCKWISE ... Black Thought aka 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🦖 GODzilla
love this shit they, all rip it. especially liked Dice on this
Black Thought steady spittin fire on some Mt. Vesuvius type shit
Dice Raw!
not one in my mind, hands down the best, jordan of rap, theres been the majics and birds (biggie, big l, rakim) and theres a couple kobes and lebrons out there now (nas, jay) but no one has the pedigree or the ability thought does
This twists me up 7:30 again
Dice looks nice!
Where is P.O.R.N's solo stuff??? I can't find his music.
Thought is just farking ridiculous. Stupid nice!
I’m going again. C’mon, Man
2:14
I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit-P.O.R.N 😂😂
6:05 fr
3:50
Mister Makeithappen
He was in this..?
Say again 2:16
Word.
This a whole different type of screw
mercсci
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What beat is this?
Joe King Lord Finesse ft. Big L - Yes You May Remix
MMJB v. Slaughter House. Who wins?
MMJB
@shayrunsthecity its a freestyle in the sense that he rhyming on with no real set topic and over a random beat, but it's not the usual freestyle we think of where it's straight of the dome shit
@emculate HIP-HOP... everytime
@mawl72 not 10 man top 5 dead or alive and even then still in the top 3 lol
This was good, but I was a little disappointed by Black reading from his phone
Memorizing complicated lyrics is tough on even the best of us...
not at all my dude.
was rather entertained until that one guy pulled out his ipod and read off of it.
that has nothing to do with "freestyle"
LMAO... Black Thought is your favorite rappers favorite rapper...
JustRockMySoulL. Must be ur 1sT. fReesTyLe. Lucky you..... if it was.
Thought musTa' jusS whipped idup.
Educate urself.
your responses were as degenerate as contemporary hip hop culture
You obviously don't know what it takes to actually memorize complicated lyrics like that...
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