Concerto Of The Desperado (Live at Blue Note NYC)

[Intro: Black Thought]

Oh, this a good one

'Member this?

Huh

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Concerto of The Desperado

R-double-O-T-S, rock the flow

If you know like I know, then you know the motto

That the fake shit gots to go

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, in the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro

My poetry ascend like a UFO

The maestro, the lyricist concerto

The physical play the role of a vessel

The level of my lyrics law manifesto

Thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts

Of a gorilla stronger than Samson without Delilah

My soliloquy profess my ability to just

Stimulate you like the best sensimilla

The Halflife of Illadel' LP, no filler, proceed

Hither my death, I will blow your tower to smithereens

The fiends catch another rhyme river

Deep as the meditations of a Hindu worshiper

Unorthodox hip-hop minister

Than a Serengeti cheetah, my thought's swifter

You lose your balance when my sound hits ya

Yo, fuck with the fifth militia

Poet's under pressure, stressin' that you get the picture

Even if it mean you gotta hang over the banister

I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher

And take advantage of your crew if you amateur

Styles that gun down your sound man and manager

What? How we did it in the year of '96

Deliberate attack on all that fake rap shit

Breakin' MCs down to fraction, tell your squadron

Time to go to war, respond, react

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Concerto of The Desperado

R-double-O-T-S, check the flow

If you know like I know, then you know the motto

That's the fake shit gots to go (The fake shit's got to go)

It's called The Concerto of The Desperado

R-double-O-T-S, check the flow

If you know like I know, then you know the motto (Check it out)

That's the fake shit's got to go

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, well, it's the emperor, the universe explorer

Treat MCs like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah

Leavin' 'em wide open like the box of Pandora

My sound newer than the World Order

Approximately three quarters of y'all are water, so I deport ya

And orchestrate your torture with roots and culture

And pilgrimage to the line of scrimmage against your image

Where life is a heist and the strong get a percentage

It's ill as a war, and within it, I'm the lieutenant

Surrounds you like a peninsula, snatch the pennant

You fold like Japan's futons and fans

While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian

I crush a mountain into grains of sand

Your pain stain the hand that held the mic I put into the stand

The Desperado that refuse to follow

The fifth aficionado break you up into parts like vibrato

I'm deep like the dark of the night

Y'all sweet and sound silly when you talk on the mic

You use the simple back-and-forth

The same old rhythm is plain

I'd rather ultra-magnetize your brain

Hip-hop purist

Leave you lost like a tourist inside the chorus

Y'all ain't bringin' nothin' for us

We breakin' 'em down to fraction, tell your squadron

Time to go to war, respond, react

[Chorus: Black Thought]

Concerto of The Desperado

R-double-O-T-S, check the flow

If you know like I know, then you know the motto

And that's the fake shit gots to go (Check it out)

It's called The Concerto of The Desperado

R-double-O-T-S, check the flow (Yo)

If you know like I know, then you know the motto

And that's the fake shit gots to go (The fake shit's got to go)