PRhyme, Black Thought - Wishin' II lyrics

PRhyme! Adrian Younge, Royce Da 5'9"
DJ Premier
This song here was originally supposed to be
Done with my man Black Thought
Unfortunately, we lost a great man
Mr richard Nichols RIP
To the legendary Roots crew, hold your head
(we love y'all, you know)
We all continue on, that's how
Life's supposed to be
And that's how we treat life
So one day, Riq gave me a call
He said "Yo, that joint you did with Common
Y'all wanna do a remix of that?"
By the way, shout out to Common
Congratulations on the Oscar, my nigga
John Legend, big up
Word, I said, "yeah, yeah
When y'all wanna do that?"
He said, "yo, I'll come over right now"
Oh, yeah? Well, step inside the booth


Yo, Riq, it's go time wishin': Part I I

Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product of that Rakim God, Allah
Forensic files, leaving 'em disemboweled
'87 style they chance slimmer than reverend
Al or Kevin Liles some friends are vile
Still be peddlin' vials
Off of eleven mile, they wishin' you would
You probably better reconcile
The dark side of to who
They rising in prominence
My crown's taller than Suleiman
Of The Ottoman's
Wiser than Solomon, mobilizing the following
They try and give me the
Nobel prize for novelists
Peace to cats that rock
MAC knowledge knowledges
Hood astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists
Yo el elefante, Bella Fonte
Keep a regimen ready to give
'em hell if PRhyme say

Yo, post traumatic stress
I wear it as a family crest
I murder at it's best
Words that'll manifest causing cardiac arrest
Budapest to Marrakesh, my slang Bangladesh
My gang’s Clarence X, I'm life after death
The last larynx
Lettin' every other rapper know they
Better wear a vest
I'm pulling in two hundred
Thousand for appearances
I wrote a song about it, here it is, yo
The creature feature search a
Preacher teacher torch
Capture, rupture, rapture, reach her
The preacher he defeat ya, speak the ether
Sneak then creep ya say no peace to meet ya
Can't nobody get with me
Strong suit's from Italy, chill, humility
What I'm all about, ability, yo
I wish a nigga would
Bring the hostility though
You know how them boys from Philly be
I'm like cyanide
Creeping through the air ducts
And I got a foul mouth
Tell 'em kids earmuffs when I was at school
I was who to steer clear of
Smoking a reefer in the bathroom
Sipping Smirnoff when it came time for the
Pictures in the yearbook
I was up in Paris like an American werewolf
Years later
Yo I'm an American hero verse evil like
Deerhoof, if I let the bear woof
They don't recognize me when I'm
Shopping up in Bergdorf
They just know I'm flier
Than the motherfucking airport
Therefore they say I'm a
Sartorial gear whore, yeah

Uh, Ascots on the tailor suit's
You artists throwing bands to radio
Like they made you you
I'm looking for artists on stage
To throw tomatoes to the way I act you think
I'm banned from radio, like Trae Tha Truth
I don't really care, nigga, I'm getting yen
I’ve got a C-63, V Twizzy Benz I’m sitting in
I'on, I'on, I'on give a fuck, any DJ anywhere
I'on, I'on give 'em as a triple dare
I'll tie him to a swivel chair
I'on give 'em spins, ha ha
I'on give 'em grins and count dividends
Ask around by them D Town niggas
That'll leave you with a concert
Full of dead fans and bloody merch
Smoking dope that Celie that’s the color purp
You might wanna study first
Every verse lyrical but nutty first
Every verb and every word is
Like a speeding bullet
'Bout to chop your body in half while
It's on the way to heaven
Like Kid Cudi shirt, shit could be a hit but
It's gotta be money first
I rap with a sickness card
Iraq pistol pulling private, shh

Chris, I think I got the Gully curse

Underground, underrated, y'all keep
Digging for answers
Like the route to cancer
I keep turning Preemo beats
Into chemo treatments
I keep wiggin' like a oop to Andrew
I'm clumsy when I shoot, oops
I bet your crew'll scramble
I don't write for limelight
I shine the rhyme light down
Then I'll produce a scandal
I'm what your baby moms would do for cameras
I'm leaving everything from the marriage to
Her little cooch in shambles
Your posse even get in my
Broad way your posse'll perish
Your posse'll become the posse up there
I'm outlining all of they bodies in chalk
Setting fire to 'em to the chocolate on top
Like chocolate eclairs
They outfit and jacket is Belstaff
While we in the air, it's Yahtzee on Lears
And when we land
We on yatchs saying grazie to the mail staff
Muah, kiss my ass, y'all can go to hell fast
I'm just ready for whatever hell brings
(Focus, man) getting closer to that real
Money like Gayle King
(That's Oprah's friend)
I think of nightmares that'll
Ruin your dreams
And I just went shopping in China
Yeah I flew with the team
Fuck a translator, I speak fluent, cha ching
Y'all holding shit down with
That selfie stick i'm fly in some shit out
Of Harvey Nichols and Selfridges
Even when me and Shady was Abel and Caine
We worked our magic separately
Like Angel and Blaine
Came into this game with a
Navy like Baby and Wayne
Now every pair of glasses I have has
A crazy insane Jazze Pha gradient frame
The least most amazing vehicle I
Have is a lease, though
It's a beast 4-80 and change
Y'all tryna pick up Bieber and Drake fans
Not me, but I'm in the streets though
Like a Canadian crane
To elaborate is to annihilate
Please don't make me explain
Come get your bitch! Before I make her smile
Ha 'Fore I perform a bunch of acts on her
Like Saturday Night Live then take a bow
Like Kenan Thompson
I don't believe in nonsense
I don't got no felonies in my record
I just got a fleeing conscience
I'm just out here spending money
Like I'm being sponsored
I'm just on my Philly crime shit
My ice cold Jack Frost mind
My black thoughts are my only real accomplice