Thought @ Work

Lyrics

[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