Quills

[Hook]

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)

Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)

(Give it everything you got yo)

(Once again it's time, it's time)

It's time to ride, ride

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement

I fill the quills with it, let it spill on the pages

Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers

Villains in wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta

Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement

To bust 'nuff talons if my people's in danger

I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language

What 'Riq spit will leave your shit in utter amazement

I'm hot brolic, call it contagious

The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish

Y'all niggas on the titty in your formative stages

It's something in the iris and the way I spit

That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit

Black traumatic, so there you have it

My battin' average, a vault full of graphic assault, it's all classic

Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package

Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage

The technique and your reach, if only you could have it

For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thorough

Poet for hire, pack metal

You feel me?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, the load heavy

We walk around a little edgy all ready, and steady

Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures

Niggas mad from them cattle sandwiches and swine

Crime, hard times, disadvantages, man listen

The story in the ghetto the same

Seem like it's just some things that never will change

Give birth to a style and won't give it a name

Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang

Envision a king, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak

The understandable diabolic, animal style

Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius

Inject you with the broke down English

The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess what the theme is

Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real, make me believe it, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Black Thought]

Yo, the rebel Che Guevara

You felt another debut better?

Don't cop Thought's Theatre, just save your cheddar

I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice-cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter

Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens

Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning

The flash and the cash and the fast women

It's nothing, a lust for the craft, keep it passionate

Black, kissin' my tablet with firing pins

Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen

MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again

Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been, handler

Thought known as the cure for cancer

Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther

Man to man, hammer cocked, locked and standoff

Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall

Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb

Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon

Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all

Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python

You know what I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin'

[Hook]