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Black Thought: One two, yes, The Roots layin back relaxin, coolin out with my man Malik B, we call him slacksin', youknowhatImsayin, we in effect, more like Al B Sure for your pleas-ure, aye-yo bust it, we about to flip it on some ol laid back mellow my man tip, we gonna set it like this, yo check it.... Bust it/Ladi Dadi/who likes to party/like Slick Rick The Ruler/I'm cooler than a ice brick/got soul like those afro picks/with the black fist/and leave a crowd drippin like John The Baptist/It's the cause of that "Oh Shit"/the skits I kick flows like catfish/and got many emcees on the black list/I'm sharp as a cactus/plus quick to bust gymnastic tactics/us Roots is really true to that rap shit/now holler to the scholarly/street scats'll follow me/back to the Soul Shack/with packs of rap colonies/Max at Foreign Objects is mad abstract/Make Shad Rack a bend or wanna go like Me Shak/Black Thought the nappy cat/a bookworm/shoot styles like sperm/I'm cool as Malcom Little with the conkaline perm burn/the earth sticks like wits/and flips when I slap the hand/of my Mellow My Man/Malik B......[MalikB]Here I goes/Negroes besta know the flowa/The pro-fessional best a know skills that kills so/Woooo/Slow down before you go down/Sissy this is Agetha Christy/You're slain and know now/Next contender/Malik's the ex-offender/Critique me so uniquely/with mystics that's physiquer then the/Microphones I grip/Psycho prone so I slits throats/Put him in a quote when he quotes/They saying isn't it is it the negro that did it/Catch wreck with a Tech make ya jump say ribbit/I exhibit many forms/Prohibit the corny norms/[I'm what in your neighborhood]/All the nonce/Capture was the wack ya manufacture/You can even ask Anita about the rapture/I figured perhaps ya/And say it's [Blam] for My Mellow My Man Black Thought: Yo I got spunk plus funk and jump like punks/to get beat down/turn that heat down/I'm crazy cool/Deeper then the Buddah/Wilt the Stilt damn near drowned/then clown's bounced to sound when Thought's pound and blounce/My complexion section's Southern/My Brother and is Jecks/I sweats no sex/Cause this kid gets Grits and shit/Specs to dreads that was crazed when ya heart spit up dip duck damn/Yo I lost it but/Back is the Black Boogieman/Manic mad musician maker of noise/That's jocked by your homeboy's/I rocks my flocks of sheep/It's the slickest shepherd around/I was lost but was found/Now I gets down from Philly to the Appala/Stop in Hollin's Queens/Then hit uptown planets when they get earth bound/I kicked the groovy stews for you and yours/When I pass the can to My Mellow My Man/Malik B….[Malik B]Woooooo/Shucks my knucks snuffed ducks/Abruptly I erupt/to destruct the ducks/And wacks I like to smack em/Stroke them as I cap them/Change my name to Saran or Reynold's then I wrap them/Negroes know we referral to my borough/Because my ass is so thorough/Like Levert Gerraud/Too strong too sterile/So I impregnate the grapes/Bust her but she knows I won't trust her/Even though I lust them chicks/Females for retail prices/Twice this niceness/With sugars and spices/I won't smirk/Because my name's not Erkel/The voice with the multiple choice/You're just a circle/You want to turn the page and rise/and try to plagerise/But I degrade ya/Slaughtered ya and sleighed ya/Microphones I grip'll be quick to flip the hypocrites and knit-wits/With tid-bit skits/That ain't shhhh-it was a curse but I divided it in half/Gets the airplay/No fair play/Ya felling the wrath/of Malik/a cause your tragic/Negroes/ya get dramatic/Because I gotta have it/Dis more habits like an addict/So if you can not rap I will just slap you/If you wants to pick up your notes/Be sure to call me then be capped/You/it's too bad them can't understand the true chant for My Mellow My Man |