[Verse 1 - Black Thought]
Yeah! That almighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze SOUND splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed PIPER deed tight, disposition keep on flippin
Keep em playin they position
Keep makin the people listen what I spin
Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leakin out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not settin a trend
We never listen to them
It's like tryin to take a piss in the wind
My home team doin visitors in, yo don't test em
They all standin close to the edge, so don't stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It's no question, the Master!
Villain in Black wit no STETSON
My sound hittin you hard from every direction
Your head and shoulder area, your midsection dawg!
[Chorus]
When the SNAKE on the ground with his nine on THE line, with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin? Thailand. Give it here, and don't say nuthin', just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'?
When the team on the set with the guns gone clap, gettin? down on everything, hmmm, cut the check. Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin', I?m sayin? give it here and don't say nuthin'?
[Verse 2 - Black Thought]
Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the FOREWARNING, the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a NECKLACE
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed
At times niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to FEED--
THIRSTY SHYTS WHO need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to ATTACK
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's my WORD'S BOND I'm a take it right back nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Black Thought]
Yeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I get in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
I'ma FLANG some SINISTER SHIT, the cold TWISTA slang
Thicker than BIG BOI BABY MOM'S SISTA
Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the masterpiece, but to me it's unperfected
Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvils
Next joint's comin, all bets is cancelled
Nigga black ink, GRAND WIZARD G financial
We finna have a whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like CAMP HILL
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my CLIQUE come IN FOR A sizeable portion
[Chorus]
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