[Black Thought]
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The name of the brother to blame
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It's quite plain, it's not the rain
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But a brother who don't claim or aim
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to be a preacher or ordained
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I have Black Thoughts, therefore my names the same
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Don't question my ability, in a studio facility
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As I utilize my God-given utility
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On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme
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of mine, which I design, with what? The mind
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Leave MC's blind with amnesia
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Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar
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Think twice before you approach
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Get benched by the coach like exit post
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I wrote murder, so you can say it's Murder He Wrote
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You think I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the Pope
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Don't walk when the sign says not to
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And don't talk when Black Thought's about to
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When I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play it
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If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it
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Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker
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and utilize the treads on your sneaker
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Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin'
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Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
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'Cause you might have nightmares of MC's bein' slain
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And I'll be to blame when you go insane
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@15
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The Roots |