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Official Video Directed by Amalia Sepulveda

I Think Therefore I B (prod. Willie B)

by The Thought

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Image of God 02:58
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Lamb's blood on my door, kingdom of the lord Distant from the sins that the Christians let us kill Him for Praise the pigment of the Moors, crumbled-up brochures Ain't enlisting to be kissing every boot that touch my floor Those that say that "less is more" look like dragons on the hoard I'm the type to question blessings, end up falling on the sword Yes I've been arrested, imperfect with how I soared No respect when you address me, 'less it's numbers on the board I was summoned by the chords but they bored with modern art I ain't husband to a whore so they don't order from my cart Ate my crumbs and went to war, I was damned right from the start False-claim I understand like it's my plan to play my part A broken man, but full of heart, life spent standing on his smarts Who won't take his thoughts to market 'til he marks it on a chart Darken the harbor as he floats back with the sharks Barking to hearken my art before I'm snapping like a Stark I'm not capping, been a quark, blink and you might miss me Came back, then there were none, on my Agatha Christie I'm not Ash, Brock or Misty, I'm more like red with a Pidgey I've got a passion for myths that lost their splash in the sixties It ain't a raft it's a dinghy, don't fuck around with my ego All my exes look silly, they chalk me up to a Leo But don't be knocking the Neo before he popping like Ne-Yo Chopping conscious cuts of meat like I'm Kito on Keto I've been dropping lots for free but barely dented the depot Got so caught in costs and fees, but I believed in my FICO Walked in to plates of cheese and got deceived for a C-note Got two Two-A degrees, I'm still received like mosquitoes I never visit casinos or fill my elbows with needles I'm the lost son of Dylan when it come to my pen Y'all can pop your placebos and swear to God that you need those I'm The Thought that your Gods are the children of men They say we're made in the Image of God But they wait for His arrival They too focused on The Bible Can't they see it's a facade? 'Cause we ain't afterthoughts We the only ones that I know The culmination of survival Or not! They say we're made in the Image of God But they wait for His arrival They too focused on The Bible Can't they see it's a facade? 'Cause we ain't afterthoughts We the only ones that I know The culmination of survival Give your faith to those you've got! We way more than squad You the family that I chose Hope you come to some of my shows I'm just trying to make you nod 'Cause these days born from the rot Take a shot to make the vibe grow This a thought that guide my life though "The word of man has got it wrong!"
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My Due ft. Whose & Marcus Lee 05:08
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The birds stare at me, I stare back The first words I heard were that this has to be a mismatch Even then, I saw that glimmer in his eye That they would rather put me back than introduce me to the sky I'm a product of high expectations Try to make good with these lofty goals Why do I got to subscribe to a life that I unequivocally would have never chose? Though, I was handed a weighted deck for the faint breaths Given legs before I knew to stand Know that I have fumbled every motion of a plan Stalling hopeless on the gram, a prisoner in my Azkaban He sees myself in him, I see him in myself Two cornered warriors trying to go for the belt Knowing who ever steps first, gets thrown out way of their shell Who will make the first move? May the walls never tell Be still, laying down in my own repetition Moves that've led me towards the road to perdition Peaking in the rear view can I really be forgiven? Time's ticking Times ticking, my grind missing, I'm missing Eyes forward, no time for the rewind living I been on a mission tryna live, barely existing Barely listen when I'm hailed a king We rare and different, the bling Could not afford me the shine that I needed Even though I was fiend for cars and the hoes and the gleam When I was just only a teen, man, it was only a dream Now I rap circles around their circles, my circle supreme They called me Urkel, providing verses while serving the beats Swerving, a nerd and a geek with words, I bring herbs to concede This is a service to me, I just want the praise for what I do I'm not amazing but I feel the angels sang for how I grew up Out of such a harsh environment, not to make excuses But if I have to eat some more shit, I'mma lose it (Yeah, y'all feel that?) The winds of change, they came and took me away And I don't know where I'm going, but I think I'm straight They call me deranged, 'cause I seek a way To find deeper change, around beats and make My own peace, I wait, I wait I wait, but I'm tired of waiting I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want My, my due! The path is everlasting and ever-changing Which way you facing don't even matter, try to stay along the lake Often wished to be a bastard 'cause my pops was not amazing I don't soften from complaining, built a coffin for the take Got to make away clean, not a stray they ain't seen Mustered up my courage 'cause the pain's on my team Split at the seams, the listens blossom and wane I been the moss on the leaves where the songbirds play I burned the garden of Eden by eating what they told me not to Stopped for the heathens with the thoughts of a yahoo Dropped a "good evening" and tried to be along my way But I was lost on the treason they'd been plotting for the day I saw God wasn't even there, an empty cup and evening chair Easing up my tension but depleting what I see as fair Me? I'm just a layman with the patience of a fish Not the aim to place a laser to the names upon my list Caught a secret agent in the game and laid a diss But the "saved" ain't paid attention so the grave became a ditch Now there's snakes in the grass, so I'll stick to plots of dirt It's a marathon so keep your pace and you're first I'm sick of waiting, the worst, give me a stage and I'll burst out I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want My, my due! Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream You saw me think twice and thought you had one up on me I spent a life behind a cover that I didn't even write Broken glasses in the cupboard, must it be a poltergeist? Or embodied bulls in china shops, the lobby full of virus stocks If you want the choir, it's time for turning Tidal off Yeah I'll scoff when confronted by pay-to-play 'cause it doesn't Make any sense if I'm an artist and I write 'cause I love it When chefs pay the diner and death sells designer I'll be less concerned with the finer points of performance But it's more than annoyance when y'all paying the piper Rappers staying in diapers, better hit the florist 'Cause it stinks in here, y'all ain't thinking clearly I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want My, my due! Saw an oasis out the corner of my eye Imagined some placements with Top Dawg Entertainment Made some arrangements that could make you cry I promise, it's not anger motivating what I try Plates of struggle food, losing weight without exercise Think I'm whack 'cause I got too many bars to memorize But I ain't entered pride to enterprise and screw you out your capital I just want my due, my truth is valuable I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want my due (My due) I just want, I just want My, my due!
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Sons of Jerusalem ft. Zensoul 03:55 video
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Cherry-picking grave-robbers It was Bush not the Clintons with a gay daughter Slurry made from rainwater Mixing in with construction, a little brain-fodder What's that over yonder? But a pile of the money that I squandered Every path I wandered after crashing planes I chartered First you got to mean something if you want to be a martyr If I want to be a father got to reckon with this I shouldn't even bother if I'm guarding a fifth 'Cause the odds of burning gardens off the art of the swish Take you past the begging pardons 'cause you already switched And I've started my departure from the paths I was shown Past the avenues of addicts who told Jack he was home Could you imagine if I hadn't? Turn my talents to stone I'm the fact-check you lacking, got no backing to show I been itching to abandon any sense of understanding 'Cause the management and labels can't acknowledge competition Let me pitch a couple plans, and if y'all still hate where I'm standing You can ditch the Planet Underground without the manned mission I ain't bland, I just hate branding, I don't mean to be demanding But I mean it without padding that it's tragic, my position I don't need a hundred grand, I just need a hundred fans All I'm asking, if you can, is please sit down and listen Sons of Jerusalem Those who think they above, let's go Medusa them Jeru the damager blowing out a Buddha lung You got a booty throwing at you, better move your tongue They just want the crude to run, shooting what they do for fun Cover up the truth in mud, Noah really knew the flood Run your customs through customs 'Cause what you're accustomed to is nothing but a dungeon Forgive me for my lateness Thought it was some latency until I got impatient Stepped outside of comfort zones where boundaries estrangement A stranger like the Doctor, I've adopted what was taken That nickel and gold-plated, simple and mosaic Got diagrams fit for the dome in Stone Ages I been humble as abodes with a huddle when opposed By the hundreds who were hunted, now hunt in the frontal lobe Man, we been God, this squad hunting more than Nimrod Triple-headed canine, cerebellum chem-dog Kim Jung-Il, Slipknot, get bodied like Bin Laden This be the end-times, love and death on a thin line Jump to conclusions like all of America Making money is more important than your own character All I want for my next birthday is an apology What ever happened to honesty being the best policy? Can't upload love or download time with technology Can't pass go, damn, this got to be monopoly It takes courage to be real and authentic Everything you heard from me I said it and I meant it A young Jet Li, I'm deadly just like the Dead Sea Fear of loss, over the edge, is where it sends me It's important to learn after losing a fight It's not about proving them wrong, it's about proving you right Sons of Jerusalem Those who think they above, let's go Medusa them Jeru the damager blowing out a Buddha lung You got a booty throwing at you, better move your tongue They just want the crude to run, shooting what they do for fun Cover up the truth in mud, Noah really knew the flood Run your customs through customs 'Cause what you're accustomed to is nothing but a dungeon My pen drops death notes kept in escrow The city never slept when society bled slow If pity never wept when the diaries said so? Then any given threat turns pests to pesto It's not a test bro, beware when you tell lies The medium through which we may discern dispels why Inhale L's for El, unveil the Twelve Tribes Kool as LL with the gang in Seville Derive consonants, your continent tried, no getting through to them Making use of the Sun like hermetic medics, Jerusalem Uh-huh, yeah, no getting through to them Making use of the Sun like hermetic medics, Jerusalem
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Beauty in the Blues ft. Smith the Poet 03:26
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We don't need to make you feel our equal When you don't see the need to Be improving what you do, hush We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil We just do it for the people 'Cause there's beauty in the blues Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain? Never coming to a station with the train 'Cause you didn't share our views Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you Never coming to my garden while it grew 'Cause you only want the fruit So, let me tell you something different than the feedback Just really mean that, I'm good at blackjack Puffing highlight reel, fake your jetlag Hope I sell-out, what's inside the bitch bag To disturb your distractions, prick Ain't no world left to rapture, shit I'm ensured you prefer to confer with the curbs So quit trying to stick to the script Oh, this? Ape-shit, passive, complacent the drift Makeshift like lasting relations, a risk In laymen's I've passed renovations, legit The blatant, I bask in the basis from it Pheromone class, heed the jist, dismissed Complicit, then brainwash kids just pissed Hold this, the glimpse, that mystic spliff The perfect fit, the fix We don't need to make you feel our equal When you don't see the need to Be improving what you do, hush We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil We just do it for the people 'Cause there's beauty in the blues Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain? Never coming to a station with the train 'Cause you didn't share our views Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you Never coming to my garden while it grew 'Cause you only want the fruit Just a passing apparition Mast was broken down to ash from how the gas was dripping Copper getting stripped for what it's worth, I wind up missing Find my fat ass in the dirt, with half a glass of acid lifted Dad was actually wicked and I lasted past the gifted But the raft was drifting after I had crashed and gotten twisted But I listened to advice, those in my life know love was given Hope they didn't use a knife, hope I died for the vision We don't need to make you feel our equal When you don't see the need to Be improving what you do, hush We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil We just do it for the people 'Cause there's beauty in the blues Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain? Never coming to a station with the train 'Cause you didn't share our views Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you Never coming to my garden while it grew 'Cause you only want the fruit
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Platitudes 03:00
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It ain't self-help if you get it from a book It ain't motivation if you need to hear a speech If they peddle false-hope, they're usually a crook If they charge you for advice they're a leech There's exceptions to these rules, better jaded than a fool Best going to school to learn and teach There's deceptions right and left, just be wary of the theft Keep your shit deft to grow your reach Skills mean nothing, if you don't ever practice Wisdom don't mean shit if you won't share Dollar bills are the idol, just the means to purchase The system only works if you stay scared There's exceptions to that law, occupy your broken jaw The straw that breaks the camel should be spared There's deceptions left and right, don't begrudge who holds the might The thieves in the night will come prepared With some platitudes, platitudes Coming at you with them platitudes With them platitudes, platitudes Show some motherfucking gratitude for them platitudes Wealth is not success if that money bloody Faith is not a choice, it's how you're raised Health is not possessed if that tummy hungry Fate is merely based on when you're praised There's exceptions to my claims, it depends on who you blame Don't bother lighting flames if you can't see There's deceptions up and down, just look beneath the crown There ain't no need to frown if you agree Happiness is not a drug, just a chemical reaction Based on how you perceive stimuli Oxytocin's not a hug, just a medical abstraction There's always demand if you supply There's exceptions to my words, obey the rule of thirds Go be a nerd, go find your why There's deceptions down and up, keep your hand over your cup Be careful as fuck with who you deify They just got platitudes, platitudes Coming at you with them platitudes With them platitudes, platitudes Coming at you with them platitudes And that "fuck you" attitude
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Slice of the P.IE ft. Marcus Lee, J RieLa, Konami Homi, Jonnie Bars, PsychoSloth, Aye Sincere, Capt. Pigment & Cam Archer 09:09
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You will know why We still write all of our rhymes Only know us for the crime A sign of the times You won't find us in a dime Or with a couple of nines You will know why Yeah Doing it all just to feed you a slice of the pie Flavor the vibe Tasting so good you swear you could have died Slice of the Pie

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released March 4, 2022

Written & Performed by The Thought except where otherwise noted
All Songs Produced by Willie B
Cover Art & Animation by ConQueso
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