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(Light faded voice of Black Thought) |
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Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo |
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For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin |
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and I can assault, tryin'a take my position |
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Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to |
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A'yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo |
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For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin |
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and I can assault, tryin'a take my position |
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Stop wishin, and sit your ass back |
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(Chorus: Black Thought) |
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A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up |
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Pump that! (Shit up) |
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Pump that! (Shit up) |
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When I say stand up, y'all say get up |
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Stand up! (Get Up) |
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Stand up! (Get Up) |
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When I say rise up, y'all say now |
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Rise up! (Now) |
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Rise up! (Now) |
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When I say lick a shot, say blaow |
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Lick a shot! (blaow) |
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Lick a shot! (blaow) |
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(Verse 1: Black Thought) |
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A'yo everybody on they jawns |
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Cartoons is hardcore porn |
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It ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns |
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Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron |
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Coming to school shootin up the auditorium |
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Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV |
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The least of y'all worries should be Thought's cd |
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The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly |
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They done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t. |
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If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me |
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Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see |
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Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin fancy |
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The maker, no matter what the circumstance be |
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Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel |
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Smacked like I'm (??), leave him crippled |
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Keep talkin greasey I'ma big lip you |
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A'yo your man'll can get slid with you |
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You and the squad takin to galoshes |
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I hold the engineer for hostage |
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and spit from a dirty cartridge |
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Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit |
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I'm sendin them goons to your mom's apartment |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2: Dice Raw) |
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A'yo I'm dancin, on the edge of insanity |
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and rhymin like its the end of humanity |
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Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me |
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Turn around and tell girls we like family |
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What up with all that, jokin, and collamity |
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Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me |
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But they don't know, I got somethin for them |
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But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that |
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I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more |
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Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy |
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They claimin they sell but I'm still the old boss |
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Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor |
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But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw |
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You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all |
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Watchin different artists rise and fall |
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Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y'all |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: Talib Kweli) |
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Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese |
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In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease |
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Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto |
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I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals |
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Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals |
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Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental |
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Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored |
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Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward |
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You've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar |
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Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God |
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Rastas, they say Jah |
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They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine |
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and make you say ahhh |
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Guess who's back? |
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The game needed improvement |
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Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid |
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I'm a shark in the water with constant movement |
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influenced by music since a truant yo |
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This is how we do it yo |
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(Chorus x2) |
