Thought @ Work

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me

You wanna see Black? Then jump on it

And to the chumps who think they might want it

I might spot your ride and dump on it

And send a couple of bols to that corner of yours

And roll out with a nigga slumped on it

You see Black, fall back, son

Me and Chak up in a black Regal, no insurance

We like DEA serving warrants

So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'

We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall

So e'rybody in here can stop snorin'

Yo, where the safe, money? Unlock it, pull it out your pocket

Ben Banneker Bey with the Al Moroccan

BLACK THOUGHT in all capitals like a sovereign

Girls, get your eyes back up out the socket

Focus flawless, New York to Europe

To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet

We're the movement, the rap solution

It thumps so hard, we got 'em worldwide losing it

Tracks from Black for satisfaction

The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson

Yo, ill insanity that's cold and morbid

But when I'm in your orbit, your soul absorb it

A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit

A thoroughbred gon' enforce it

"Tariq, where the beats at?

And where the people out their seats at?"

For what? "'Cause y'all on it!"

I'm like Aquaman and Brown Hornet

I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it

Dog, reintroducing master thespian

Hotelling-est, illin'-est, emceein

Fuck getting money, for real – get freedom

Black on the grind from AM to the PM

Splash up, crash up the X5 BM

Motive Entertainment, the Philly mob we in

Weak hearts, yo, we not them

What up, nigga T3, nigga Baatin!

When the M-Ill get home, we gon' win

First thing to fall is cats with no chin

The mic that Black hold remain smoking

And ladies up in the place is wide open

For real, know I'm talking about?

Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket

Pull it out your pocket, check it out

[Hook: Black Thought]

You feel this shit soon as they throw it on

You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song

You at the dancehall, you got it going on

It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up

(Check it out, yo–)

You feel this shit soon as they throw it on

You feel this shit, this joint's your favorite song

You at the dancehall, you got it going on

It's time to show it off, y'all niggas know what's up

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap

Come from South Philly where the hammers'll clap – huh!

Violate and you will answer to Black

You a thug, not really, is the answer to that

Leave ya, boxed silly with the hands still in tact

Cancel your check, flip, dismantle your trap – huh!

Wanna pack, can't handle ya strap

You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back

Meanwhile, I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken

Wild out, take fools out without joking

If I run out of shots, I'm going out poking

On a date with sis, we going out stroking

And the shot is fantastic

The fantastic is the romantic

And to the freaks in the house, if you're ready to bounce

We can go to the flat, then get tantric

Yeah, you pronounce the name "Tariq" – any questions?

Street Hip-Hop, I bring forth the essence

You see us pulling up, five deep

With nothing but dimes inside of my Jeep

I'm not arguing to get in VIP, cocksucker prick

Suck a dick, I'ma floss for the fuck of it

Girls say the bol Black be on some other shit

Nigga talk like you work for the government

My word's worth like Barnes & Noble

Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal

Spit Thought name, I'ma bomb your local

Neighborless, for a ten-mile radius

Well, every ghetto craving this new anthem

My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome

I bang with the best around

Who can test the crown when I finesse the sound?

Here come the controller

[Hook: Black Thought]

You feel this shit soon as they throw it on

You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song

You at the dancehall, you got it going on

It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up

(Check it out, yo–)

You feel this joint soon as they throw it on

(Yo–) You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song

You at the dancehall, it's time to show it off, you got it going on

Y'all niggas know what's up (Check it out)

[Outro: Black Thought]

Move with it, work with it, fuck with it, work it out, c'mon...

C'mon... shit, c'mon...

Move with it, work with it, fuck with it, work it out, c'mon...

Ha... yeah... huh