The New Grit - Black Thought, Salaam Remi

I get on my jawn, when I perform I grab the bull by the horns

You probably should try to do it, I body you maricóns

My dynasty alliance, full of firearms, carriers

Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius

His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances

Sharper than the academy of arts and sciences

Thought’s a scientist, plus what tragedy to triumph is

Try, try again, I rule the night with an iron fist

An indication that you’re close to dying, I am this

The black Moses, black roses, black violins

When niggas go up against the choir, the sire wins

It ain’t no way to try and cleanse true leviathans

I’m hard-wired but it’s barbed wire

I took that vanity, threw it into the bonfire

Some iffy shit transpire, them guns gon' fire

I never see my reflection, I’m like a vampire

Your empire expired, don’t test the Esquire

I’m blessed, the messiah, no less than fresh

I am the best, you just tired, the fuck, is you stupid?

This is true grit, I’ma call it the new shit