Who Sang Soundtrack to Confusion? Black Thought & Salaam Remi

Salaam Remi Streams of Thought, Vol. 2 cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2018-11-26
length: 3:12

Uh, I'm here seated at the helm
The black soundtrack to confusion is the film
I'm channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell
The story of winnin' in life, then losin' it as well
The triumph was Makaveli inspired
Awaken a sleepin' giant, commanded to reap a Ziot
Fresh from the fire, it enter, formal attire that's from a foreign designer
I call the plug, supplier, look at how high we got
Try me not, that's the caveat
You probably hit the same thing my last body got
Poet Laureate, swift chariot, the Maserat'
The one to watch, born the year of the ox
I got more than a reason to rebel like Desus and Mero
Lyrical religious hero on Jesus' level
The reason none of these heathens is even as thorough
We bare arms like Idris or Venus de Milo
My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it's yellow
I'm colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello
I'm older than the barcode, it ain't easy to tell though
The rap giant, Henry, the send me deep in the railroad
I'm heavy metal or rock, roll of the rebel, without a pause
Perspective is bipolar as ever, I got across the bridge and then burnt it into ash
A reoccurin' dream and then turnt it into cash
The reoccurin' theme is the hurt lives in the past
But undeniable lessons I learned live in the stash
Uh, the breadwinner, the dead center, the head-spinner
I heard life is a *****, I went to bed wit' her
I once was told to know thy self
How can I grow myself, if I don't know myself?
The low-hangin' fruit for bottom feeders, no top-shelf
I chase demons for a lotta reasons, not just health
Seated at the throne, summonin' the ghosts like a seance
I never take a day off work, it never pay off
I wish for more peace on this Earth and never chaos
As long as classrooms gettin' sprayed with the ARs

Revelation of a blessin' in disguise
I look hate in the face and read the message in his eyes
They clickbaited the nation and requested the response
And dictated the makin's of another renaissance
But wait, the fate of it is what the government decides
And I don't mean estate, I mean the government of odds
The mark, Ark of the covenant requires
Frauds, I makin' a mockery of 'em with the bars alone
The population of the world has grown
And more people in the streets than live in gorgeous homes
A lotta heavy conflict zones, the swords are shown
I'm tryna study all the language on the Georgia Stones
To quote the classic joint, "What a fool believes"
And what the teachers of the school believes
Is very different from what the thieves and the class and rule believes
I'm tryna give you all some jewelries
We under pressure like a diamond mine
Huntin' it somethin' like a phenomenon
And we losin' light like M. Night Shyamalan
Them people searchin' for somethin' with body armor on
You never know who they wantin', that's why we on the lawn
Preparin' me, that isn't necessary, what I'm wanted
By is knowin' where the bodies are buried
Yet, I'm torn up by the omen
Knowin' my adversary, I'm gone to Neveruary
It's on, it's gettin' heavy for real

Digital Media 1
  • 1 Fentanyl
  • 2 Soundtrack to Confusion
  • 3 Get Outlined
  • 4 History Unfolds
  • 5 How to Hold a Choppa
  • 6 The New Grit
  • 7 Long Liveth
  • 8 Streets
  • 9 Conception