[Black Thought]
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One two
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Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
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Coolin out with my man Malik B
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we call him Sla-xon
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YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
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Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
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Aiyyo bust it
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We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
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We gon' set it like this
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Yo check it
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Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
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like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
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Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
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And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it's
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the cause of that "Oh shit!"
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The skits I kick, flows like catfish
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and got many emcees on the blacklist
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I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics
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Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit
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Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
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Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
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Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
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offender wanna go like Meshach, Black
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Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
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Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
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The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
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of my mellow my man, Malik B
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[Malik B]
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Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
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The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh..
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WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)
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Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
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Next contender, Malik's the axe offender
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Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
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microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
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Put him in a quote, when he croaks
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They sayin -- isn't it, is it the negro that did it?
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Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
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I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms
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(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
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Capture, was to, whack ya
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Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
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I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM
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for my mellow my man
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[Chorus: Black Thought]
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The way we do it like this
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That, for my mellow my man
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It's like that for my mellow my man
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No no we do it like that
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This, for my mellow my man
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It's like this for my mellow my man
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No no we do it like this
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That, for my mellow my man
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It's like that for my mellow man
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No no we do it like that
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This, for my mellow my man
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It's like this for my mellow my man
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[Black Thought]
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Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
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and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
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turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool
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Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
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damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound
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when Thoughts pound
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and brown's, my complexion section Southern
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my brother-in is Jex, I
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sweats no sex, cause this kid gets
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grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed
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when your heart spit up, dip dup damn
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Yo I lost it but --
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-- back is the Black Boogey Man
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Manic mad musician, maker of noise
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that's jocked, by your homeboys
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I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
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I was lost but was found, now I gets down
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from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
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Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
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I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
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to my mellow my man, Malik B
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[Malik B]
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WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)
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Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
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In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
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Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
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Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
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cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
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Too strong to be sterile
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So I impregnates the greats (say what?)
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Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust them
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even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
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Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices
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I won't smirk, cause my name's not Urkel
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The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
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You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize
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but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
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Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites
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and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain't *shhh*
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That was a curse, but I divide it in half
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Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the wrath
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of Malik, aiyyo get tr |