Thinking Outside the Box (Original)

Lyrics

Dept. of Rec. - "Thinking Outside the Box" [Emcee(s): Adam 12] [Producer(s): Stape Mega] [Scratches: DJ Low Budget] [Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget] "It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x2) [Hook 2: Adam 12] (x2) How I thought and how I saw less. How I see it How I think it. Even if I don't believe it Conservatives yell, "Extremists!" Catch me living Catch me breathing, catch me out the box, thinking [Verse 1: Adam 12] Don't even want to talk about the shit that heads talk about Spinning these yarns about going to tear your brains apart [?] to the start. [?] Wrote rhyme first time. The whole culture gets done Mind my new blends, cocktails, gold blends So potent, it's called Nimrod. Kid, you heard? I got dissed for wearing Airwalks and dyeing my hair Then got dissed next year for rocking my pants down to there Now reverse the original reverse to the future When the rest of the world will catch up to us sooner or later As our presence be in constant progression Through this world and the ones between the Hells and the Heavens [Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget] "It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x4) [Verse 2: Adam 12] Yo, we's outside. (Where's that?) Somewhere not inside You look a little bug-eyed like that yellow guy in Riptide Fluoride element, ambassador, street witness Outside like antennas and satellite dishes Broadcasting live, brought to you by viruses The whole thing began in Illadel. Remember well We did it, uncaged the artistic. Watch Cats take flicks of last night's wickeds, watch B-boys kick it, watch DJs rip it, watch Cats bust other cats in their lips over raps Turnstile every style, other years in my cap All twisted 'cause I'm thinking out the box like that We circumnavigate shapeless. Mathematicians hate us A thorn in your side and we're deeper by the second Like sediment or underground nuclear weapons Are like an end to DOR's reppage of the Four Elements Everything we ever had [?] absorbed, red and absorbed Hurt and absorbed 'til we're dead and absorbed Into this Illa Tribe soil. On a mission To spoil. Motherfucker, we're the flyingest suit You stiff bunch of bastards, Illadel got the screw Dropping on you and your crew like ectoplasmic goo [Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget] "It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x4) [Verse 3: Adam 12] Alright, fuck all this nonsense. It's time for real rocking Straight exotic centers. (From where?) Out the box, kid Perception's distorted, so all truths are lies I'll rely on the truth as much as I rely on my eyes I want Seal to go buck and get stuck in a head truck Full of bats and spiders and rats and dead skunks We just wiled at the fox, ran parties on the block The sky was all purple, people down by the flock My lenses allow me to see false pretenses Get bent 'til reality's bent just like me, man And we can run up on hip hop like, "Give us Everything you've got. Motherfucker, this is a stickup" 'Cause that's where we slip up. It's not what Hip hop can do for you (Why?) 'cause we're doing it My brainwaves like a wild monkey cage at the zoo. When it Comes down to it, outside is where we play This whole time, I've represented for Philadelph PA, and if you missed the broadcast, watch the replay Out the box like an ex v-jay. Once again We rep for Philadelph, PA. You feel me? [Hook 2: Adam 12] (x2) How I thought and how I saw less. How I see it How I think it. Even if I don't believe it Conservatives yell, "Extremists!" Catch me living Catch me breathing, catch me out the box, thinking [Outro: Scratches by DJ Low Budget]