Riot Thurz (Ft. Black Thought)

[Adlib: THURZ]
L.A. to Illadelf'

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
I said, lo and behold black information overload
I walk around in a trance, Paul Oakenfold
The one that used to be the lowest on the totem pole
I reconstructed my goals and left a broken mold
Then set sights on the open road
And hit up anywhere and everywhere, that real shit is born in soul
The game got me on an honor roll
That mean whenever speaking my name begin it with The Honorable
T-A-R, one 'I' like a monocle
'Q', I bring the riot through and laugh like it's comical, boy
Shit, I beat ya' ass like a mama do
Smoking catatonic chronic, out in Bonnaroo
I'm psychological, so jump like Geronimo
Get your fucking ass knocked down like a domino
Yo, I don't work then I won't eat
No, I don't Facebook and I don't tweet
Ya'll mother fuckers out of control, like O.C
Taking a loss on the chin, like a goatee
Me? I'm kind of like a cellar door, low key
Used to mix bottles of Champale with O.E
I'm Aristotle I can't fail, I'm O.G
I came through to get free like no fee
Yo, they got me on the pedestal, trophy
Got 'em saying, damn 'Riq cheating like adultery
Sycamore, sitting on paper like upholstery
Noam Chomsky, on the organized rhyme-spree
To battle me would be a borderline robbery
And that's what it is, I'm Jimbrowski
In certain circles, call me the Big Lebowski
Ya'll Steve Urkels better find out about me