[Intro: Black Thought & Mos Def]
Uh, uh
Yeah
Check it out, yeah
Yeah, yo
It's like
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Emcees, your verse was fate (Word)
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Fake emcees, your verse was fate, come on
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Emcees, your verse was fate, check it out
We paint our sentences state-to-state (Yeah)
Let the poppers pop, uh, uh, uh (Uh-huh, yo)
[Chorus: Black Thought & Mos Def]
We go wow, ba-da-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow
Either stand tall or just sit the fuck down
All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down
Yo, Tariq (What's up?), how your microphone sound?
It sound tight, well, aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot because they must've forgot
We double (Trouble), bubble (Bubble), bubble, bubblin' hot
[Verse 1: Black Thought & Mos Def]
Well, it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it (What?)
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rappers run from it
All fly girls' nipples and toes numb from it
Emcees in my circumference is confronted, son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it, want it (What, nigga?)
The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo, my man, speak upon it, look
Ayo, I stop fools and drop jewels, but never run it
Rock mics so nice, I make your stock price plummet
All you high-noon riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
'Cross the membrane, barkin' big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nothin'
Then blaow, blew away the 1900th
You better get your rest cause the next day comin'
Oh, yes, and emcees, they scared to say somethin' (Uh)
Stop frontin', I'm in the cut just onlookin'
You get your kings, your rooks, rings, and pawns tooken
Ayo, keep your tape rolling so you catch every bar
Of the Black Thought and the Black man from Black Star
Illadelph and Vietnam, we conference, accomplish
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine regardless
Yo, a lot of Smurfette emcees carry purses
And rock uniforms that's made for nurses
I verse your verses, your words is worthless
Only touchin' surface, the fuck's the purpose?
I shot the sheriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a big bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me (Uh-huh)
Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry
Uh, uh
Yeah
Check it out, yeah
Yeah, yo
It's like
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Emcees, your verse was fate (Word)
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Fake emcees, your verse was fate, come on
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
Emcees, your verse was fate, check it out
We paint our sentences state-to-state (Yeah)
Let the poppers pop, uh, uh, uh (Uh-huh, yo)
[Chorus: Black Thought & Mos Def]
We go wow, ba-da-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow
Either stand tall or just sit the fuck down
All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down
Yo, Tariq (What's up?), how your microphone sound?
It sound tight, well, aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot because they must've forgot
We double (Trouble), bubble (Bubble), bubble, bubblin' hot
[Verse 1: Black Thought & Mos Def]
Well, it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it (What?)
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rappers run from it
All fly girls' nipples and toes numb from it
Emcees in my circumference is confronted, son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it, want it (What, nigga?)
The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo, my man, speak upon it, look
Ayo, I stop fools and drop jewels, but never run it
Rock mics so nice, I make your stock price plummet
All you high-noon riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
'Cross the membrane, barkin' big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nothin'
Then blaow, blew away the 1900th
You better get your rest cause the next day comin'
Oh, yes, and emcees, they scared to say somethin' (Uh)
Stop frontin', I'm in the cut just onlookin'
You get your kings, your rooks, rings, and pawns tooken
Ayo, keep your tape rolling so you catch every bar
Of the Black Thought and the Black man from Black Star
Illadelph and Vietnam, we conference, accomplish
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine regardless
Yo, a lot of Smurfette emcees carry purses
And rock uniforms that's made for nurses
I verse your verses, your words is worthless
Only touchin' surface, the fuck's the purpose?
I shot the sheriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a big bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me (Uh-huh)
Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry
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