Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show Rawkus Records (Ft. Absolute (House of Repz), Black Thought, Common & Pharoahe Monch)

[Bobbito]
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up

[Black Thought]
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard by the number one scar
From the Illa-Fifth, lyrically fulfillin' this
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust this for the listener
Black Thought, yo, while I exhibit the
Styles from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness
Enter the style, severin' rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So, I'm just gon' settle down wit mine, rewind, check it out

[Common]
I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin' like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin'
Niggas start to leakin', my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein' the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to an MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin', I start the holdin'
My flowin' is turnin' to the earth
The birth is comin' through, listenin' to cut, old school *laughin'*
?Tremblin when it came down the shoot?