The Ultimate

*Black Thought speaks and makes crowd respond for a minute and 15 sec.* [Black Thought] Yo, my definition is a lyricist for hire My vocal's a passport that never expire The crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin' out "The Roots" while I balance wit' the wire Yo, expert in this profession, the session In 1987, I linked up with the ?uestion Eleven years later, we share-cropped for Geffen In musical Hell, but Hip-Hop forever Heaven My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven This foul world's so full of shit it like a clogged up colon Swollen with minds that got stolen Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen Torture, blood flow like bodies of water Fathers sexually assaultin' they own daughter Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle In the land of the unseen hand, that whole juggle In a game of Life, yo, it's hard to roll a double Tryin' times, take lives and separate couples Kids thinkin' they grown, tellin' they moms "Fuck you" Under they breath, livin' in the last times left Peep the imagery, stretch across the sky like a canvas And we're the artists, beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness Time to set it off, let's spark this Switzerland, LET'S SPARK THIS!! We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE – LOUDER! (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) C'mon! (Rock-rockin' it) C'mon! (Rock-rockin' it) Yo, my definition is a lyricist for hire You couldn't have a clue what's about to transpire The books I buy, like arms I acquire The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir We ex-plore the whole States, plus supportin' Flight, bus – dreamt I was a prisoner of war Four-four the corridor – ceiling, no floor But I could see the drop was a mile aboard To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes I said "I don't got 'em" Guess it kinda presented a problem When I understood, they said, "Let him go" I woke, during descent into London-Heathrow And now wit a pass, fuckin' wit' border patrol I finally get out, I'm linkin' wit' my people Hit the studio, spread this information In daze of frustration, fogged the education From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination The Roots the jawn – go check the translation The dictionary of Hip-Hop topics, far from ebonics The Fifth Dynas', they can't stop it Yo, Zurich, y'all keepin' time, heed While The Roots Crew smoke weed! Yo! We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE – say what?! (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE – LOUDER! (Rock-rockin' it) We are the ULTIMATE – LOUDER!! (Rock-rockin' it) C'mon! Rock-rockin' it C'mon! Rock-rockin' it [Outro: Black Thought ad-libbing, Scratch vocal-scratching] {*crowd cheering*}