[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And roll out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back, son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal, no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo, where the safe, Money, unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banneker Bay with the Al Moroccan
Black Thought in all capitals like the sovereign
Girls, get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
We're the movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard, we got 'em worldwide usin' 'em
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo, ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit, your soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
A thoroughbred gon' enforce it
Tariq, where the beats at?
And where the people out their seats at?
For what? 'Cause y'all on it
I'm like Aquaman and Brown Hornet
I'm like Imhotep, but don't flaunt it
Dog, reintroducing master thespian
Ho-telling-est, illin-est, emceein
Fuck getting money for real, get freedom
Black on the grind from AM to the PM
Splash up, crash up the X5 BM
Motive entertainment, the Philly mob we in
Weak hearts, yo, we not them
What up, nigga? T3 nigga Baatin
When the M-Ill get home, we gon' win
First thing to fall is cats with no chin
The mic that Black hold remain smokin'
And ladies up in the place is wide open
For real, you know what I'm talking about?
Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket, check it out
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And roll out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back, son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal, no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo, where the safe, Money, unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banneker Bay with the Al Moroccan
Black Thought in all capitals like the sovereign
Girls, get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
We're the movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard, we got 'em worldwide usin' 'em
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo, ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit, your soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
A thoroughbred gon' enforce it
Tariq, where the beats at?
And where the people out their seats at?
For what? 'Cause y'all on it
I'm like Aquaman and Brown Hornet
I'm like Imhotep, but don't flaunt it
Dog, reintroducing master thespian
Ho-telling-est, illin-est, emceein
Fuck getting money for real, get freedom
Black on the grind from AM to the PM
Splash up, crash up the X5 BM
Motive entertainment, the Philly mob we in
Weak hearts, yo, we not them
What up, nigga? T3 nigga Baatin
When the M-Ill get home, we gon' win
First thing to fall is cats with no chin
The mic that Black hold remain smokin'
And ladies up in the place is wide open
For real, you know what I'm talking about?
Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket, check it out
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