[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela
My band about seventy strong just like Fela
Yeah, part Melle Mel, part Van Halen
And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin'
Ayo, sicko show like Mike Moore
My city ain't nothin' like yours, slippin' into darkness like War
Night crawl with the lights off
You see a lot of life lost for the white horse
Regardless, the charges making us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Ay, who got the politician's in they back pocket?
Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit
When you make contact, give me that gossip
If you break contract, you'll be that hostage
They getting busy and the city is raw
Better deadbolt the door, it ain't safe no more

[Hook: Black Thought]
Southside (Get busy)
Northside (Get busy)
Westside (Get busy)
Worldwide (Get busy)
Get busy, get busy
Get busy, get busy
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