[Black Thought]
Rock on to the break of dawn, freak on to the early morn'
Kadafi and Soufon, you got it goin' on
To my man Big Sean, you got it goin' on
Now, yo, you got The Roots in the house
We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin' lovely
With ya ears, now, proceed
It's flavor you wouldn't believe, as we proceed
[Hook x2: Black Thought]
I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)
And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)
[Verse 1: Malik B]
Let's kill all the small talk and just elaborate
The Roots collaborate, I see myself as rather great
How the words generate
Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate
As if in the course flow with intensive force
You best to go and check your source about my textual chords
Simplicit, yo, it sounds complex, you might miss it
But after you critique it, you can kiss it
I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics
When I identify, niggas simplify, you'll feel no sympath-i
My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin'
My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin'
Gosh, these MC's, I wash more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea when deadly
Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed
Rock on to the break of dawn, freak on to the early morn'
Kadafi and Soufon, you got it goin' on
To my man Big Sean, you got it goin' on
Now, yo, you got The Roots in the house
We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin' lovely
With ya ears, now, proceed
It's flavor you wouldn't believe, as we proceed
[Hook x2: Black Thought]
I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)
And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)
[Verse 1: Malik B]
Let's kill all the small talk and just elaborate
The Roots collaborate, I see myself as rather great
How the words generate
Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate
As if in the course flow with intensive force
You best to go and check your source about my textual chords
Simplicit, yo, it sounds complex, you might miss it
But after you critique it, you can kiss it
I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics
When I identify, niggas simplify, you'll feel no sympath-i
My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin'
My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin'
Gosh, these MC's, I wash more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea when deadly
Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed
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