[Intro: Common & Black Thought]
When you and I verse at war, motherfucker
We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)
Illadelph, you know how we get down
You know the business
Illadelph, Illinois
Bringin' it straight to your chest
Comin' thru with the ill convoy
Yes, sir, hah!
Lieutenant with the Com'
Yeah, break it down, one-two
We about to drop the bomb, check it!
[Hook x2: Black Thought]
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
[Verse 1: Common]
Rappers, get on the mic talkin' about cars and clothes
Soundin' like hoes
Ain't been exposed to the foes, the most disciples
I'm from the state that is Ill
The rap son of man rotated down to Phil'
To say what I feel, get it off my bird chest, my word becomes flesh
War, goin' on between the West and the East
Of the lands, niggas don't own a piece
Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and livin'
Beware — The New World Order, the devil's new religion
Sent my homie to the number two division
Sellin' bootlegged movies, got my VCR on a oove' smoove'
Be at Fat Tuesday's, drinkin' tropical and just sittin'
At a table with sophisticated bitches
Nah, that ain't nothin' I would call my mother
Nor do I call every nigga my brother
Gotta have Black Thought, it sorta B like Malik
So, don't Question a Brother, to The Roots, I get deep
When you and I verse at war, motherfucker
We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)
Illadelph, you know how we get down
You know the business
Illadelph, Illinois
Bringin' it straight to your chest
Comin' thru with the ill convoy
Yes, sir, hah!
Lieutenant with the Com'
Yeah, break it down, one-two
We about to drop the bomb, check it!
[Hook x2: Black Thought]
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
[Verse 1: Common]
Rappers, get on the mic talkin' about cars and clothes
Soundin' like hoes
Ain't been exposed to the foes, the most disciples
I'm from the state that is Ill
The rap son of man rotated down to Phil'
To say what I feel, get it off my bird chest, my word becomes flesh
War, goin' on between the West and the East
Of the lands, niggas don't own a piece
Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and livin'
Beware — The New World Order, the devil's new religion
Sent my homie to the number two division
Sellin' bootlegged movies, got my VCR on a oove' smoove'
Be at Fat Tuesday's, drinkin' tropical and just sittin'
At a table with sophisticated bitches
Nah, that ain't nothin' I would call my mother
Nor do I call every nigga my brother
Gotta have Black Thought, it sorta B like Malik
So, don't Question a Brother, to The Roots, I get deep
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