Silent... silent... silent...
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
When I met her, she was physically intact
And mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap
Qualities that attract the triple-X black erotic narcotic from the back
Amina with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue
Then exchanged telephone numbers, later had a few
Conversations and vibrations I'd acquire
From her to set me on fire with Rick James desire
Her image inspire visions of under-attire
And never did she gas me about somethin' I should buy her, son
As time developed, we grew close to one another
She was my sugar sister, I was her chocolate brother
So I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
But shorty wasn't havin' it, she said I couldn't stick
It's all copacetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it
Still, I couldn't forget it, just as if she never said it
I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin'
I anticipated gettin' nothin' but The Silent Treatment
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Searchin' for some type of sexual sabotage
To break you out of all your camouflage
Apparently, your message is mirage
Niggas I know would think about a Dodge
But my mentals is charged against the odds
Premeditated Ep' swung upon the kitchen floor
Raisin' my temperature with bodily allure
C'est mi amor, what?! Me — a more mature nature
I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, y'all
Intimately addictive, fly chocolate like Thai
'Cause what I'm dealin' with can get the whole world high
And when brothers is half-steppin', I get your girl high..
But still Amina keeps frontin' on my
Desire to intertwine, combine and blend thoughts
Embedded with the physical force into your source
You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be
So why you treatin' me silently?
[Verse 3: Black Thought]
I take it all in moderation, about my lovin' situation
Where patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin'
I mentioned makin' moves without hesitation
I'm with this physical and mental stimulation, not the perpetration
The penetration of the center as I enter
Intercourse keepin' you warm through winter
The source is the wood that won't splinter
Enter dimensions of brain tension when Black Thought back-bend ya
Orgasmic is the music that I send ya, love
You know exactly what I'm thinkin' of
On the L train, I'm insane
Recallin' when I met you, got your number and name
Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shame
We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic
But only on a level that's platonic
I need a girl that's down for whatever, tryin' to keep it real
Willin' to shed a little light upon her sex appeal
But every now and then, it's shorty who be packin' the steel
Shoot 'em down like she huntin', frontin'
The Silent Treatment
