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(专辑: Phrenology - 2002)
[Chorus] Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the
staircase, blood on the
pavement I
fill the
quills with it let it spill on the
pages Compose another anthem for the
killers and manglers Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the
chamber Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta Pull out-rageous arms from the
floor of the
basement Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger I'm Larry Davis, ducking helicopter, hovering government agents We muscle the
language What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement I'm hot brolic call it contagious The
shit the
Roots started got these other artists going through changes My vision is the
strangest, the
rhythm is anguish Y'all niggaz on the
titty in your formative stages Is something in the
iris and the
way I
spit That tell these other crab rappers I
ain't fo' no shit Black traumatic, so there you have it My batting average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a
small package Experience is all that is, I'm well established Me and the
mic in holy matrimony like a
marriage The
technique in your reach, if only you could have it For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro Poet for hired pack metal You feel me? [Chorus] [Verse Two: Black Thought] Yo, the
load heavy We walk around a
little edgy, all ready and steady Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine Crying hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen The
story in the
ghetto the
same Seem like it's just some things that never will change Give birth to a
style and won't give it a
name Talk 'bout consciousness it's a
different thang Envision again, the
honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak The
understandable diabolique, animal style Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this Fifth supreme linguist, a
lyrical genious Inject you with the
broke down english The
most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the
fame is Kareem's beat making me fiendish Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Yo, the
rebel Jake Rivera You felt another date, you better Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar I
hit the
studio with a
pen and a
vendetta Sipping an ice cold Beck, huffing the
tenth letter Drifting, shots lickin while the
plot thickens Sands in the
hourglass thinning, the
last inning The
flash and the
cash and the
fast women It's nothing, a
lust for the
crabs keep the
passion and Blaow, kissing my tablet with firing pins Poke holes in the
plastic for oxygen MCs jumping out shoes and socks again Must have seen their face in the
news it's gots to been Thought known as the
cure for cancer Same corrupt city as Mumia the
Panther Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff Bang, gunfire slang up in the
dance hall Yo, I
hold the
mic that could be thrown as a
pipe bomb Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all Thought, diesel like a
28-inch python You know what I'm saying? When I'm on the
mic there won't be no delayin... [Chorus]
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