(Feat. The Roots)


Black Thought :


Yin for yang I walk on a line 

Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind 

Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents 

As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense 

From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough 

Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon 

Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine 

I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real 

and what's illus-ion 

I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted 

As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet 

Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul 

Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven 

In this continual maze, where night fight with days 

Within my mind marijuan blaze 

And some say I should change my ways 

But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze 

Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate 

It's the great lab dwella 

Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer 

The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor 

Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder 

Phila 5th Dynasty's the future 

And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots 

We get ya renascence loosa 

Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and 

mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high 

My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black 

Yo Krush, where's it at?!!!??! 


Malik B :


The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift 

The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff 

Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list 

Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused 

You would think it was the Fourth of July 

Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky 

Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty 

Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy 

Bimbos talking about where's the indo? 

Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window 

To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left 

I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it 

But perserverence is a virtue 

The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you 

Ya celly might jerk too 

Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned 

But I'm a rebel to the system so I might not be coming 

So if I fail, man just get up the bail 

It's just more time to write another story to tell 

Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B 

fuck up their-re-le-vance 

We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust 

Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I'll bust 

Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust 

With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss