[Intro: Black Thought]
Come on, and yes, y'all
You are now in tune to the sounds
Of the legendary foundation
[Pre-Chorus: Black Thought]
Yeah, you go
Hey, you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement (Word up)
[Chorus: Black Thought]
We got the hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, one, two, one, two, one, two
This how we usually start, once again, it's the Thought
The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought
This directed to whoever in listenin' range
Yo, the whole state of things in the world 'bout to change
Black rain fallin' from the sky looks strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same, but then the antidote came
The Black Thought, ill syllablist out The Fifth
This heavyweight rap shit, I'm about to lift
Like a father lift up his seed to sunlight
I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight
I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless
Sippin' chlorophyll outta ill silver goblets
I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object
There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got to get wet
Your head is throbbin' and I ain't said shit yet
The Roots crew, The Next Movement, come on
Come on, and yes, y'all
You are now in tune to the sounds
Of the legendary foundation
[Pre-Chorus: Black Thought]
Yeah, you go
Hey, you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement (Word up)
[Chorus: Black Thought]
We got the hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, one, two, one, two, one, two
This how we usually start, once again, it's the Thought
The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought
This directed to whoever in listenin' range
Yo, the whole state of things in the world 'bout to change
Black rain fallin' from the sky looks strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same, but then the antidote came
The Black Thought, ill syllablist out The Fifth
This heavyweight rap shit, I'm about to lift
Like a father lift up his seed to sunlight
I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight
I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless
Sippin' chlorophyll outta ill silver goblets
I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object
There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got to get wet
Your head is throbbin' and I ain't said shit yet
The Roots crew, The Next Movement, come on
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