Verse One: Black Thought]
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Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
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Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
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Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
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the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
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the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin'
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I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
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The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion
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Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'
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The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
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Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
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But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name
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or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
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Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening
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My spit take critical political action
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The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
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And every word that's understood is a transaction
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I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
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Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
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Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
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How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya
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[Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado]
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I tell you one lesson I learned
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If you want to be something in life
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You ain't gonna get it unless
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You give a little bit of sacrifice
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Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
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You need a heart that's filled with music
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If you use it you can fly
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If you want to be high
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[Verse Two: Black Thought]
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Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
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I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
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My name Black, the style is unorthodox
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It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box
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A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?
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My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
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Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
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I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
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We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
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It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
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Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust
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Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up
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Came close to the upmost but no cigar
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Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
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The number one runner with the number one drummer
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Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder
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Come on
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Black Thought]
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Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
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Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
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Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule
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Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone
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Recognize I'm a rolling stone
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No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags
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Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
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Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
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With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
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Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
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I read an open booklet inside me
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The star of the story that groove teller got me
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Through all the dark times part of the business
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The light be contingent on small forensics
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My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
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It's true so the crew gon' sense it
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I get in the zone
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[Chorus x3]
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The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....
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Sacrifice
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| Nelly Furtado |
