[Black Thought]
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Yin for yang I walk on a line
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Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind
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Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents
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As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense
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From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough
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Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon
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Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine
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I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real
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and what's illus-ion
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I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted
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As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet
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Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul
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Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven
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In this continual maze, where night fight with days
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Within my mind marijuan blaze
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And some say I should change my ways
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But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze
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Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate
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It's the great lab dwella
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Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer
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The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor
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Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder
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Phila 5th Dynasty's the future
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And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots
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We get ya renascence loosa
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Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and
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mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high
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My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black
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Yo Krush, where's it at?!!!??!
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[Malik B]
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The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift
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The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff
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Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list
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Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused
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You would think it was the Fourth of July
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Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky
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Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty
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Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy
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Bimbos talking about where's the indo?
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Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window
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To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left
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I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it
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But perserverence is a virtue
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The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you
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Ya celly might jerk too
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Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned
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But I'm a rebel to the system so I might not be coming
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So if I fail, man just get up the bail
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It's just more time to write another story to tell
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Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B
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fuck up their-re-le-vance
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We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust
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Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I'll bust
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Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust
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With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss
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Meiso
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The Roots |