Rhymes and Ammo/Thirsty! (Remix) The Roots (Ft. Dice Raw & Talib Kweli)
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[Intro: Black Thought]
Sound! (Sound) Bombing! (Bombing)
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 + Dice Raw & Talib Kweli]
Ayo, 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]
Ayo, 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 nickels
Smack like a mean kid do, leave him crippled
Keep talkin' greasey, I'mma big-lip you
Ayo, your man'll get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from a dirty cartridge
It's L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit
I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment
Sound! (Sound) Bombing! (Bombing)
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 + Dice Raw & Talib Kweli]
Ayo, 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]
Ayo, 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 nickels
Smack like a mean kid do, leave him crippled
Keep talkin' greasey, I'mma big-lip you
Ayo, your man'll get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from a dirty cartridge
It's L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit
I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment
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