DEEP THOUGHTS

[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 [Verse 2: Dice Raw] Approach with caution, be cautious when talking to bosses I feel I've been through a metamorphosis I'm mutated by unknown forces The feeling of course is, somethin' that's hard to describe I'm half-dead, never felt more alive Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes I've been down, but now I'm back up I'm about to act up, boy, you better back up And when you see me set up shop, know to pack up Cause I crack up when a rapper get slapped up Number one reason y'all should give rap up Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up I'm kind of like W.E.B. Du Bois Meets Heavy D and the Boyz, smooth as a Rolls Royce Built like a tank, smokin' on dank Walkin' through the Guggenheim, Raw Life, Black Inc [Outro: Black Thought] Southside