Letra de @15

[Black Thought]
The name of the brother to blame
It´s quite plain, it´s not the rain
But a brother who don´t claim or aim
To be a preacher or ordained
I have Black Thoughts, therefore my names the same
Don´t question my ability, in a studio facility
As I utilize my God-given utility
On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme
Of mine, which I design, with what? The mind
Leave MC´s blind with amnesia
Chop ´em into salad and my name ain´t Caesar
Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach like exit post
I wrote murder, so you can say it´s Murder He Wrote
You think I´m Hell sent, so you repent to the Pope
Don´t walk when the sign says not to
And don´t talk when Black Thought´s about to
When I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play it
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don´t say it
Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin´
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
´Cause you might have nightmares of MC´s bein´ slain
And I´ll be to blame when you go insane