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[black thought]
Yin for yang i walk on a line
Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind
Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents
As i quest for cream, through the steam so dense
From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough
Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon
Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine
I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real
And what's illus-ion
I come from illadelph where ya health you never take for granted
As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet
Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul
Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven
In this continual maze, where night fight with days
Within my mind marijuan blaze
And some say i should change my ways
But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze
Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate
It's the great lab dwella
Tha mentals of the roots are beyond any computer
The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor
Respect to the ex-lex luger, my nigga malik b the intruder
Phila 5th dynasty's the future
And dj krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng roots
We get ya renascence loosa
Remember me the thought i represent essentially and
Mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high
My decibels are most fly, i come to paint ya thought's black
Yo krush, where's it at?!!!??!

[malik b]
The roots bring it from the phila fifth, spill the gift
The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff
Now can i get a witness to dismiss christmas from the myth list
Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused
You would think it was the fourth of july
Cause in illadelph a round of applause light up the sky
Why? don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty
Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy
Bimbos talking about where's the indo?
Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window
To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left
I'm trying to make it, cause if i don't i'll probably take it
But perserverence is a virtue
The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you
Ya celly might jerk too
Perhaps i'll go to court this time when i'm summoned
But i'm a rebel to the system so i might not be coming
So if i fail, man just get up the bail
It's just more time to write another story to tell
Ill elements, drop intelligence, black thought malik b
Fuck up their-re-le-vance
We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust
Man just leave it to us, look main aim and i'll bust
Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust
With dj krush from japan with no more need to discuss

This beautiful blend, i knew her through a mutual friend
She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then
A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, alana's whole attraction
Just fractionally based on surface, i got into her mental on purpose
And with alertness, as i flirt with her emotion
Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken
I reminisce on how this black thought had her open
Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotized
When it was time we spent time
It's no way to rewind or prevent
Time from slipping away like day, into the dark
And the way that things fall apart, will make some start
To feel more, weak or insecure
But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature
Even when she caught feelings cuz i stay on tour
As i reflect on before, and recap the situation
I guess from experience, comes education
We set on a path to opposite destinations
It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation
Then eventually flow on to lost communication
I called but lost all information
And with time forgot it, it's not like i'm all in tears about it
But the fact still remains that i miss the hypnotic

Chorus: repeat 2x

You're a shinin' star
No matter where you are
For the world to see
What you truly be

She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic
The bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick
Pages of the calendar flip, we can't stop it
Time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic
Now was she real, or an illusion of this optical
Confusion with the accent of ancient egypt
Or could it be that she's the one i was supposed to be with
And together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic
Damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence
Front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her
Adolescence
And as she grew into a woman she became refine
I never knew another like her in my lifetime
So now i travel through a tunnel of space, without a place
On the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse
Drivin me insane, or release i'm touchin the brink, of sanity
To think of how i can link, or contact her
I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact
I'm analyzin how i'm wantin her back
And wonderin exactly where she could be on the map
I'm just sittin here spinning the world on one finger
Reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer
Yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out
The most melodic hypnotic, yeah

Chorus 4x

You're my shinin star
No matter where you are
Dont know what to say
Was it true to be

Intro:

Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, the roots crew

Verse 1:

Big respect to the get fresh, yes
Have you ever seen a show and fellas on the mic
Make one minute rhymes that don't come out right
(they bite) aiyo, they never write (that's not polite)
Word up, am i lyin? (nah, you're quite right)
Well tonight on this very mic you're about to hear
We swear, the illest star rappers of the year
So so, cheerio, yell, scream "bravo"
Also, if you didn't know it's the roots show

Verse 2:

Yo rahzel (wassup?), put your wallies on
(yo 'riq, i was about to but i need a shoehorn)
Why's that? (cos these shoes always hurt my corn)
Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes roots crew, you're on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on

Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)
Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on)

(yo 'riq, where's malik?) aiyo, the brother is late
Told him the time, oh, i forgot the date
(man, you did it again) oh no!
(here we go), come on
(here we go), come on
(here we go, did we miss the show?)
No, no no nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word
No we didn't, (well don't get us wrong)
Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse roots crew you're on
Uh uh on....

Verse 3:

Well it, started on osage avenue
When we came up with the squad that's called the roots crew
It was me, qwest kemal, hubbard and my man malik-
B, and rahzel from the nyc
Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things
For example, check out this telephone ring

*telephone ring*
(hello? hello? can i speak to rahzel?
(no, he's not in right now)

Well anyway, no more delay
Just peep out the ill my man display
But'cha gotta be (fresh), rahzel'll rock (fresh)
Like d-o-u-g-i-e (fresh)
And i'm known for the.......
And not for the........
Rahzel the godfather, the entertainer
No other title could fit me plainer
In the past generation, i am the remainder
And i'm also known as the beatbox trainer
Cashin cheques, makin sound effects
After i finish rockin, black thought is up next

Well here's a lil' sometin that needs to be heard
Rah, i was headin uptown, (word 'riq), word
(chillin) and all alone, no one to be with
Hopped up on the train headed for 2-5th
And saw this pretty girl (what?), so i sat beside her
Then she went (*roar*) like she was tony the tiger
I said "oh no, there's been a mistake
Love, my name is black thought, not frostie flakes"
(oh, golly wally) well, she was raisin hell
She said "aah, my name is maggie but call me michelle"
*something in reverse*
Check it out, roots crew and yeah, we rock the house, y'nahi'msayin?
And when i'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin
So bust a move, we show and prove
Yo rahzel, do that record jam on the groove

Outro:

As you can see, most definitely
The roots are....
Come up rahzel, come up illa del
Come up ?uestlove, and then come on up hub
Come up malik b, and then behind him d
Come up dice raw, the 5th dynasty
And black thought sendin out a shout to the get fresh crew
And doug e.

I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better but some don't believe though
But i'm a proven hot
Y'all know the legendary roots crew

Here we go ock, watch my material knock
Y'all tonka toys straight out the cereal box
Down low covert ops feel or not
Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot
My name is d-u-n-d-s-p, the mic specialist
Laid back how it come off it seems effortless
I mac nicholas, like a me st.
Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
I'm the mc that mc's aspire to be
Back to do it to death til ya tired of me
Now who the number one best
The never pop nuthin sound like the rest
C'mon you know i am em
Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,
Green trees and white linen
The black thought was a monster from the beginnin
Wreak spit venom, raw core shit i pinnin
It's my time and it's long overdo
Now who's comin through y'all know who

[mix] x3
Ya'all know the legendary roots crew

Word up black th-idought, code name ??
Fake mc's get stuck with pitchforks
From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting
Ya'all not black thought, nor the next best thing
Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish
Go ahead get ya thing off son, i just love it
It manifests a style thou shall not covet
And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
Who the steppin razor, like peter ti-dosh
My nine speak soft my thoughts is molotov
You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss
And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss
It's the boar, it's similar tan as dice raw
Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture
For real, for real
Who comin' to get y'all

Mix

Step into the spot the venue is empty
5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
Packed up to the maximum occupancy
Give me the mic i got a jones like quincy
Break down the barriers don't try to fence me
Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an'
24 out the 18 straight leapin
Duck season, thought bust the heat seakin
Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin
Bang this in the hoods
Like stolen goods, keep reachin
New soundwave street sweepin
I walk upon water like run d 'em
Cash money maintainin' the cut
It's our time and it's long overdue
Who comin' through y'all know who

Mix 'til fade

Punisher --
Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness i'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
In the closet of my castle of grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why i have to debate you
My raps are like capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God i pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', i'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Chorus -- lyrically i'm supposed to represent (biggie)
Niggaz'll tell you that i'm nice with the
Blah, blah, blah (canibus)
Lyrically i'm...<<scratches>>...i'm supposed to represent

Black thought --
Black thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis
Still with the punisher, that's my accomplice
Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want this
Electrifying shit his excellency thought spit
These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch
Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin' much
My sound wave liftin' your chin up like uppercuts
New found ways of rippin' shit up, i de-ve-lop
Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me
Nature-ally i bring the extremity
Musically intense with the globe in suspense
Contemplatin' where the world traveler been since
The roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic
Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic
Thought from illadelph somethin' like nothin' else
My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause...what...

Chorus -- lyrically i'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that i'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically i'm supposed to represent
You will lose...i must break you (ivan drago from "rocky")
Lyrically i'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that i'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically i'm-i'm-i'm...<<scratches>>...
I'm supposed to represent

Punisher --
Ay-yo peace roots east coast niggaz reppin' the streets most
With heat, toast, and keep close more phillies than pete rose
These dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals
Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels
Like the "triumph" instrumental

Black thought --
My instrumental's the renaissance, no resem-ba-lance
To nothin' you come across, lyrical holocaust
The crowd pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure
They praise the lord of rap thesis, true believers

Punisher --
Just call me baby jesus cuz lady niggaz be praisin' me
Just for the way i blaze to be crazily, tape to cd lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavery
Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally

Black thought --
Occasionally as i focus on my next opus
The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless
I leave your head wrecked as i erect scultpures
My thought's just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness

Chorus -- lyrically i'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that i'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically i'm-i'm-i'm...<<scratches>>...
I'm supposed to represent
Lyrically..."it's suicide!"
Lyrically..."you've seen him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."you can't win!"
Lyrically..."it's suicide!"
Lyrically..."you've seen him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."you can't win!"
Lyrically..."you can't win!"
Lyrically..."you will lose..."
Lyrically..."i must break you..."
Ly-ly-ly-lyrically <<scratches>>...

<<fades out>>

Black thought:
It's a frantic situation(x7)

Common:
Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
And this alpha bailey jacket i had just bought me
Out of snappin, my god tried to talk me
But what could get me half way calm was this donny hathaway song
The tape that it was on i had wanted while i was gone
But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
Either it's somebody i know or somebody i stay around
Day before i broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out
No tellin who had the place scoped out
Donnie brought over some niggaz i didn't know
I'm askin, who are you, they said i'm with the mo
If it was them, soon i will collide with them
And they better not be rockin no new iversons
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
If i'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know
Now, it might have been this stripper i met at pinkhouse party
Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body
What if it was this nigga i let sleep in my crib
To have the set of keys but that i wasn't tryin to believe
But i could have put it past him or those other bastards
It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it
Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it
The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit
Wondering if i should give it a rest and through the wind
It might surface
Cuz tellin allah, joe is worthless(uh)

Chorus(x2): black thought
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)
Wherever you are, whoever you are
Check it out

Over the globe again from the realm of illadelph
The planet overwhelmed yo just brace yaself
Ya wanna go against me first face yaself i pose threat
To whoever within ya commonwealth the top ten
I'm crushing ya crap concoction
To the utmost examine this upclose it's shockin
Now mic droppin is only ya option
Here come the spliff scientist in the flesh have you forgotten
His excellency the most poetically inventive official hip hop shit
That's ya incentive to cop this actual fact and not the likeness
Cuz possibly clones 'd try to do it like this
Fathom this lyrically fabulous vocabulist
Hold mic like four fifth and lick shot somewhat like pete
Malik rock think not i don't smoke i just sleep drink and eat
Think pot and i want the top a vehicle that brakes
God i want the top a vehicle that brinks got composing
To the ink sock my hip hop is wild megawatts
Continue with forever exist and never stop
Yo whut up whatever ock we can thicken tha plot because

And it's time for that and it's about that time
It's time for that and it's about that time
Rob 0 it's time for that and it's about that time
Pete rock it's time for that and it's about that time
Black thought it's time for that and it's about that time

[rob o]
I'm rob 0 what, energize like a power plant blow speakers
Without an amp do things these wack rappers can't
And start again 33 rpm the hearts of men
Are cold like the steel i hold on microphones
Let my words express move men like chess
My mic will stand erect like projects
It's drastic top draft pick in this rap shit
You just a fraction caught up in tha midst of action
My catalog is current events breath the contents
What i move crowds for local events the show stopper
98 feature spot rocker rob odendo
Now every mc wanna mention me out of envy
Unofficially top of the charts i played my part
Held it down from the start you know the m.o.
Yeah yeah rob odendo

Chorus

[pete rock]
Yo it's the capital p book rhymes of the century
Speak rap line essientially on tha m-i-c
I hold the mic appliance like science
My competitors and clients worldwide as my words coincide
With real life think twice transmit like true lies
It's televised take my manuscripts out of context
Who want next situation is complex
Stop the nonsense it's 98 time to set the record straight
Separate movers and shakers from those that hesitate
Ya featherweight name carry weight in every state
Ya name brand no frills niggaz is marinate
It's pete rock new world innovator
Crush immitators five years since the creator
It's nuff said as i paint the town red and move ahead

Chorus

[black thought]
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from philly
My name black thought, my girl's the black lilies
Some people try to front like "i ain't feelin it really"
But that's silly, cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?
When i first felt it, i knew it had to be dealt wit
Alot of ice-grillin in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish
Gimme that, guess who bringin the "get busy" back
Women say the sound of my voice, the afrodeziac
Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at
E-me and when i'm in your town, come see me
The real world for real, this ain't your mtv
The illest innervisions since stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact
That it's the black thought, controllin like ike turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because

Chorus[jaguar] *singing*
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now

[dice raw]
Aiyyo dice's flows, hit idiots like crossbows
Knock em out the atlas, push em off the atlas
I'm laugin, lookin down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedastall, grab my scrotum
Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't fuckin wit this shit
(i told em) aiyyo y'all ain't fuckin wit the roots crew (i told em)
The rap is a riot yeah cuz my family bouncin
Soon as the name, dice raw is announced in
The arena, the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fuckin your girl
I just didn't have parents, the roots found me in the trash
But still, a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky-finger up off the glass
Keep talkin shit homeboy, that's your ass

Chorus

[malik b]
It's just the simple part of the gam(e)
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul cuz it departed again
M-ill-i-tant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet
Move out till the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you bout?
How many of these niggas you doubt?
How many of these ladies makin you shout?
You on a mission so listen to this
Ask yourself what condition is this
Sick in the ?wist?, i rap on a satellite disk
You gotta like this, askin me about the way that i stroll
About the way i enfold, in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark cat, bite back
What up blood? is things still the same in the hood?
While i sit i gotta get dub, and wish i could plug
They thoughts'll leave em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug
The shit i spit is hummin wit slugs, get soaked in the suds

Chorus 3x

Shanky don intro:
Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. and the
Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life
Instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. watch a rude bwoy now.

Black thought:
Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize
They get props from they local guys and try to raise
Speaching through the mic like "yo i apologize"
They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com-
Plectual sexual side of the rhyme
When i make love to the mic the crowd respond
Your promoter love the vocal over dub when i control the club
So throw your hands up in the air show your love
We waste not the bangingest beats but make use
The roots get you open like parachutes
Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic?
Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute
It's i, bad lieutenant represent fine lye
Delphia empire fifth dynasty
Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what i activate
While the fake spectate
I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin'
And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent
But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney
You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon
Examinin the compact disc to start rammin'
To put the diagram in effect and get fly
On immature mc's who try
Wake 'em up outta they high school high

Shakny don:
Yo bumbading bumdadabedang
The roots crew boy we mash things again
Bumbading ripapadededang the roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again
Bumbading dumdadadedang the roots boy dem run the island
Bumbading ripadededang look ? i mash up the scene

Malik b (m-illa-tant):
I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed
Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze
Insight skin type annalitic cause i live it
My ? brow pivot over your style like "give it"
The lyricism i'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion
Brutalize your section stalk your whole region
When you blink it's hell then you drink sifendale
You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells
We bomb like militias i'm trying to stack riches
Look first comes the money the power then the (?)
They all will bring you down but i milliant the sound
With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town
Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons
I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones
You know i'm trying to make it because i probably take it
Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it
Tracks appeal that's why i'm trying to mack a mil
I stay sedated worth a zantac that's a pill
It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit
Stress relates to those who walk around protected

Shanky don:
Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
The roots crew man dem mash up the scene
Bumbading bumdadadedang the roots crew man is running back again
Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
The roots crew man them come back again
Bumbading bumdadadedang the roots crew man they run the islang

Dice raw:
Naw nigga what's up then? thanks for the man outroduction
Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction
No frontin' finger on the button of destruction
Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and
Step inside the illafifth dungeon
Where it smells of pungent
The underwater the brotherly lovin'
Where crabs get knocked out respect from
Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em
The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin'
Interupting my class when my class is in session
Was when i manifestin' or come to teach a lesson
What's inside of my dome i'll have all you clones guessin'
Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen
It feels good that's when you know it's a sin
Everytime i rhyme i might get charged for murder
Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger
Lyrically i shot with radioactive waves
Like kolby and big kev on fridays
Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ?
Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota

Shanky don:
Bumbading bumdadadedang the roots crew man they mash up the lane
Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again
Bumbading bumdadadedang the roots crew man they run things again
Bumbading bumdadadedang rufugee camp step on thee scene
Bumdading bumdadadedang

Chorus: 2x (first time a capella)
Somebody scream bloody murder, inside of my head
The exuctioner's plot controlled by the feds
Take illegal action, they want mumia dead
This nation of savages been trying to kill us for years

[tragedy khadafi]
Yo, federal indictment, militant mind enlightment
Son, we outburst, in the court room, full of excitement
Face the jury, thugged out, with blind fury
They want us all under the jail, end of the story
Brave and heartless, we can have a million marches
But when you black you under attack, son regardless
Live by the gun, dunn, and die by the gun
And revolutionize minds until freedom come

[black thought]
Check it out, they wants och locked down boxed up in the ground
It's war time now from how the sufferin sound
We deep in the realm, the planet petrified overwhelmed
We all stars livin life out on surveilance film
New world law enforced, mind rape, cerebral holocaust
No escape, fire for burn the execution date
Shatter, we on the front lines prepare
I want mumia out the cage the time for action is here

[pharaohe monch]
Yo, the attempted assassination of mumia jabal, they set'im up
I come to find out, tupac they wet'im up
Pharaohe, standin behind my fucking curtains
With a double-barrle rehearsin
Ready for war now for certain
Uh, biological warfare suits
Black gas masks, black boots, half-assed niggas become troops
My dunns are doper warriors than ?? now
Plenty thug niggas are fruity now

Chorus: 2x

[chuck d]
??? the illusion, cause i see my peoples losin
The overall battle to keep republic rats from chosin
Afterall, i feel the bruisin of the constitution
When my back's against the wall, manifestin in their destiny
Shit they just testin me, mumia's spirit blessin me
No alibi, i know allah is not their alli
I believe i can fly, but their type of freedom is a lie
So fuck the government, c.i.a. and f.b.i.

[last emperor]
Shatan will destroy anything for the right price
In a physical world one man cannot die twice
To the spiritual world your soul cannot fly twice
Yet could this be the second time they crucified christ?
Ask ed asnor, the actor, after the execute'im
There will be a peasant uprising like the french revolution
In conclusion, if you detect evil
Free the voice of the voiceless, defender of oppressed people

[dead prez]
I say, "fuck the police," cause they been killin us for years
This ain't no free country, niggas get murdered for their ideas
Free mumia means all africans let go
Cause just livin in the ghetto puts you on death row
You don't know? you seen how the tried to do assata
Till some real niggas organized theyselves and went and got'er
Lotta crackers verbalize if mumia dies, fire in the skies
But only time'll tell the truth from the lies

Chorus: 3x

*after 2 minutes of talking*

[bobbito]
Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up

[black thought]
Yes i, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the illa-fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, black thought yo the skill assisted
By the mal-ik b, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener
Black thought yo, while i exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, common
>from the city of illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta mr. trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta mc's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So i'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

[common]
I persue sound fairs, relaxed like dru down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, i throw down theirs
On knotts i landed, players get played like hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas i'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga tariq, i freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and i start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga derek d an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings
Like i was the biz mark, i bring the noise iller
Com sense'll be the rhyme killer, i spill a
Little bit of juice to a mc who need a new producer
Got my nigga y-not in the spot and i rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, thoughts is black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I stretch a nigga all across the line like i was bobbito or armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, i start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?tremblin when it came down the shoot?

[pharoahe monch]
(pharoahe) yeah yeah (pharoahe) yeah yeah
(pharoahe) yeah yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics i chop like florida state seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually i piss on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, absolute
Absolute uh, absolute uh, absolute uh (kill it)

[absolute]
Yes, rippin the microphone
My words will enlight your dome
When i'm quick to strike your home just like capone
N-noreaga, wit the war report, my orrator will slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, i'm dangerous like satan
Eatin bacon in front of a muslim, i'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for black attack
When i, yes quick to subtract the wack
When i go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain when i deliver
Like water from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but i'm about to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When i reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[black thought]
It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's absolute
For my man from the house of representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo i always do, that's what i'ma bout ta
Do i show you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, black thought comin through the seckle cuz
I'm the superior style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--
Bust rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
Mc's just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
Mc's throw a tantrum, i sing the fifth anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach that where my level is
Black thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man com just drop

[common]
And don't halt, i guess it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll keep flowin
Now i'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first new testament
Start to blessin it
The shit is like this, where the beat went
I give mc's the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, i told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers i crush, kill and destroy like stress
Extinction agenda, com sense'll just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic
That i had, it's like the nigga com sense, i don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/rome like a greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
Like seven days, i take ya seven whole days like tony
Never been a phony, express styles like a pony
Hold ya horses, com sense read the sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, i lost this
One time, it came back the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this upon the mic yo i sit upon

[pharoahe monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, pharoahe monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far
I seek the love of allah, the laws i lay
Peepin the upper echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga much smoother than coltrane
Who can cop beats that i chop like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my beats can pile up
More data than x-file shows all added up
The educated nigga from queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to supreme team
But like steam i will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots
>from top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

[absolute]
The last word was precision so i get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your cranium
Underground, sub-terranien
Crossin the mediterranean, water to slaughter mc's
Who can't catch across the border
Lookin across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the jedi duck when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so i just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of bounce
I get, throwing mad amounts
Look at my man bobbito and stretch
I gotta catch the beat
I'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong
I used to smoke the bong but now i got the heineken
It's my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, i give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti cuz i got the burner
You might not get that but you i pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and shoutouts to end*