(feat. Talib Kweli)



SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing)



[Light faded voice of Black Thought]

Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo

For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin

and I can assault, tryin'a take my position

Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to

A'yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo

For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin

and I can assault, tryin'a take my position

Stop wishin, and sit your ass back



[Chorus: Black Thought]

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up

Pump that! (Shit up)

Pump that! (Shit up)

When I say stand up, y'all say get up

Stand up! (Get Up)

Stand up! (Get Up)

When I say rise up, y'all say now

Rise up! (Now)

Rise up! (Now)

When I say lick a shot, say blaow

Lick a shot! (blaow)

Lick a shot! (blaow)



[Verse 1: Black Thought]

A'yo everybody on they jawns

Cartoons is hardcore porn

It ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns

Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron

Coming to school shootin up the auditorium

Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV

The least of y'all worries should be Thought's cd

The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly

They done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t.

If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me

Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see

Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin fancy

The maker, no matter what the circumstance be

Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel

Smacked like I'm (??), leave him crippled

Keep talkin greasey I'ma big lip you

A'yo your man'll can get slid with you

You and the squad takin to galoshes

I hold the engineer for hostage

and spit from a dirty cartridge

Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit

I'm sendin them goons to your mom's apartment



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Dice Raw]

A'yo I'm dancin, on the edge of insanity

and rhymin like its the end of humanity

Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me

Turn around and tell girls we like family

What up with all that, jokin, and collamity

Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me

But they don't know, I got somethin for them

But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that

I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more

Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy

They claimin they sell but I'm still the old boss

Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor

But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw

You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all

Watchin different artists rise and fall

Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y'all



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese

In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease

Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto

I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals

Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals

Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental

Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored

Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward

You've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar

Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God

Rastas, they say Jah

They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine

and make you say ahhh

Guess who's back?

The game needed improvement

Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid

I'm a shark in the water with constant movement

influenced by music since a truant yo

This is how we do it yo



[Chorus x2]