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]

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