[Intro: DJ Premier]
PRhyme!
Adrian Younge, Royce Da 5'9"
DJ Premier
This song here was originally supposed to be done with my man Black Thought
Unfortunately, we lost a great man
Mr. Richard Nichols; R.I.P
To the legendary Roots crew, hold your head (we love y'all, you know)
We all continue on, that's how life's supposed to be, and that's how we treat life
So... one day, Riq gave me a call
He said "Yo, that joint you did with Common
Y'all still wanna do a remix of that?"
By the way, shout out to Common
Congratulations on the Oscar, my nigga
John Legend, big up
Word, I said, "yeah, yeah
When y'all wanna do that?"
He said, "yo, I'll come over right now"
Oh, yeah? Well, step inside the booth
Yo, Riq, it's go time
Wishin': Part II
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product of that Rakim — God, Allah
Forensic files, leaving 'em disemboweled, '87 style
They chance slimmer than reverend Al or Kevin Liles
Some friends are vile, still be peddlin' vials
Off of eleven mile, they wishin' you would
You probably better reconcile
The dark side of to who they rising in prominence
My crown's taller than Suleiman of The Ottoman's
Wiser than Solomon, mobilizing the following
They try and give me the Nobel prize for novelists
Peace to cats that rock MAC knowledge knowledges
Hood astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Bella Fonte
Keep a regimen ready to give 'em hell if PRhyme say
PRhyme!
Adrian Younge, Royce Da 5'9"
DJ Premier
This song here was originally supposed to be done with my man Black Thought
Unfortunately, we lost a great man
Mr. Richard Nichols; R.I.P
To the legendary Roots crew, hold your head (we love y'all, you know)
We all continue on, that's how life's supposed to be, and that's how we treat life
So... one day, Riq gave me a call
He said "Yo, that joint you did with Common
Y'all still wanna do a remix of that?"
By the way, shout out to Common
Congratulations on the Oscar, my nigga
John Legend, big up
Word, I said, "yeah, yeah
When y'all wanna do that?"
He said, "yo, I'll come over right now"
Oh, yeah? Well, step inside the booth
Yo, Riq, it's go time
Wishin': Part II
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product of that Rakim — God, Allah
Forensic files, leaving 'em disemboweled, '87 style
They chance slimmer than reverend Al or Kevin Liles
Some friends are vile, still be peddlin' vials
Off of eleven mile, they wishin' you would
You probably better reconcile
The dark side of to who they rising in prominence
My crown's taller than Suleiman of The Ottoman's
Wiser than Solomon, mobilizing the following
They try and give me the Nobel prize for novelists
Peace to cats that rock MAC knowledge knowledges
Hood astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Bella Fonte
Keep a regimen ready to give 'em hell if PRhyme say
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