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Right Hand Man (feat. Black Thought)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
!llmind
!llmind
Producer

Lyrics

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
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