Silent...silent...
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[Black Thought]
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When I met her she was physically intact
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Mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap
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Qualities that attract a triple-X black
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Erotic narcotic from the back
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I mean her with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue
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Then exchange telephone numbers at a few
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Conversations and vibrations I'd acquire
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>From her to set me on fire with Rick James desire
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Her image inspire visions of under attire
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And never did she gas me about something I should buy her, son
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It's time the fella we grew close to one another
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She was my sugar sister, I was her chocolate brother
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So I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
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But shorty wasn't having it, she said I couldn't stick
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It's all copastetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it
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Still I could never forget it, just as if she never said it
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I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffing
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I anticipated getting nothing but the silent treatment
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Searching for some type of sexual sabatoge
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To break you out of all your camaflouge
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Apparently your message is mirage
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Niggas I know would think about a dodge
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But my mentals is charged against the odds
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Premeditated ep swung upon the kitchen floor
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Raising my temperature with bodily allure
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Cae mi amor, what? Be a more mature nature
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I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, y'all
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Enter me addictive, fly chocolate like Thai
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Cause what I'm dealing with can get the whole world high
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And when brothers is half-stepping I get your girl high
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But still Amina keeps froning on my
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As I enter to intertwine, combine, and blend thoughts
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Inbedded with the physical force into your source
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You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be
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So why you treating me silently?
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I take it all in moderation, about my loving situation
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With patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting
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I mentioned making moves without hesitation
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I want this physical and mental stimulation not the perpetration
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The penetration of the center as I enter
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Intercourse keeping you warm through winter
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The source is the word that won't splinter
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Enter dimentions of brain tension when Black Thought back ninja
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Orgasmic is the music that I send you, love
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You know exactly what I'm thinking of, on the L train I'm insane
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Recalling when I met you, got your number and name
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Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shame
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We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic
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But only on a level that's platonic
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I need a girl that's down forever trying to keep it real
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But to shead a little light on her sex appeal
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But every now and then it's a shorty who be packing the steel
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Shoot 'em down like she hunt me, fronting, the silent treatment
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Silent Treatment (Beatminerz Remix)
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The Roots |