[Intro: Black Thought & Scratch]
Tell them who they fuckin' with, Scratch, yo
You're now rockin' with the best
Who they rockin' with, yo? Who they rockin' with?
Rockin' with the best
Remix it, remix it, remix it, remix it
Yo, well, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee
Yo, the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-the C-K Thought, the C-K Thought, yo
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo! On these 73 keys, of ivory and ebony
I swear solemnly I'll forever rock steadily
People wanna know where the squad, right next to me
The weaponry, the secret recipe
Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
I bayonnette your cassettes and chop beats with
Olympic lyricism you can't compete with
Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin
Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin'
Backstage whisperin' to management like
"Change the order, ain't no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like What's Happenin'?
From the latest hiatus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin' to catch my natural blend
Packages read "Care when handlin'"
It's all soft shit, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment
I blow your batty ass into fragments
P-5-D, the new testament, mic specialist
What what, what what what?
Tell them who they fuckin' with, Scratch, yo
You're now rockin' with the best
Who they rockin' with, yo? Who they rockin' with?
Rockin' with the best
Remix it, remix it, remix it, remix it
Yo, well, it's the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-C-K Thought, Thought, Thought, Dundee
Yo, the M-A-L-I-K B, B, B, Dundee
The B-L-A-the C-K Thought, the C-K Thought, yo
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo! On these 73 keys, of ivory and ebony
I swear solemnly I'll forever rock steadily
People wanna know where the squad, right next to me
The weaponry, the secret recipe
Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with
Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with
I bayonnette your cassettes and chop beats with
Olympic lyricism you can't compete with
Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin
Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin'
Backstage whisperin' to management like
"Change the order, ain't no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like What's Happenin'?
From the latest hiatus, The Roots back again
Your crew practicin' to catch my natural blend
Packages read "Care when handlin'"
It's all soft shit, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment
I blow your batty ass into fragments
P-5-D, the new testament, mic specialist
What what, what what what?
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