The Lesson The Roots (Ft. Dice Raw)

Well, it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, "I ain't feelin' it really"
But that's silly, 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit'
A lot of ice-grillin' in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless
You ain't tryin' to turn that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who bringin' the, 'get busy' back
Women say the sound of my voice, the aphrodisiac
E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me

The Real World for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve on forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact

That it's the Black Thought, controllin' like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because

The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now