Roots - Thought @ Work Lyrics
[Black Thought]Yo, where the freaks at?Lookin' at meYou wanna see Black?Then jump on itAnd to the chumps who think they might want itI might spot your ride and dump on itAnd send a couple of boys to that corner of yoursAnd role out with a nigga slumped on itYou see Black fall back sonMe and Shock up in a black Regal no insuranceWe like DEA serving warrantsSo tell the freaks you know to stop whorinWe gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wallso e'rybody in here can stop snorinYo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocketBen Banniker Bay with the Al MorrocanBlack Thought on capitals like the sovereignGirls get your eyes back up out the socketsFocus, flawless. New York to EuropeTo lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yetWhat a movement, the rap solutionIt thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin themTracks from Black for satisfactionThe role of captain played by Samuel L. JacksonYo ill insanity that's cold and morbidbut when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb itA real raw nigga wont fold or forfeitA thorough bred gonna enforce itTariq's where the beats atAnd where the people out their seats atFor what? Cause y'all on itI'm like Aqua man and Brown HornetI'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt itDog, reintroducing master thespianHo-telling-est, elin-est, emceein***** getting money for real, get freedomBlack on the grind from AM to the PMSplash up crash up the X-5 B.M.Motive entertainment the philly mob we inWeak hearts, yo we not themWaddup nigga T3 nigga bahtemWhen the M-Ill get home we're gonna winFirst one to fall cats with no chinThe mic the black hold remain smokin'And ladies up in the place is wide openFor real you know what I'm talking aboutPull it out your pocket (x3)[Chorus]You feel this shit soon as they throw it onYou feel this joint this is your new favorite songYou at the dancehall, you got it going onIt's time to show it off so throw your hands upCheck it out yoYou feel this shit soon as they throw it onYou feel this joint this is your new favorite songYou at the dancehall, you got it going onIt's time to show it off yall niggas know whats up[Black Thought]Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rapCome from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?Violate and you will answer to BlackYou a thug not really there's the answer to thatLee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attackCancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?Wanna pack can't handle your strapYou a schmuck type, shoot your man in the backMeanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspokenWild out take fools out without jokingIf I run out of shots I'm going out pokingOn a date with sis we going out strokingAnd the shot is fantasticThe fantastic is the romanticAnd to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bouncewe can go to the flat then get tantricYeah. you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions?Street hip-hop I bring forth the essenceYou see pulling up five deepwith nothing but dimes inside of my jeepI'm not arguing to get in VIP *****sucker prickSuck a dick I'ma floss for the ***** of itGirls say the baw Black be on some other shitNigga talk like you work for the governmentMy words worth like Barnes & NobleSpit hot flames that'll harm your vocalSpit thought name I'm a bomb your localneighborness, for a ten mile radiusWell every ghetto craving this new anthemMy brain unstable and I'm just too handsomeI bang with the best aroundWho can test the ground when I finesse the soundHere come the controller[Chorus]You feel this shit soon as they throw it onYou feel this joint this is your new favorite songYou at the dancehall, you got it going onIt's time to show it off so throw your hands upCheck it out yoYou feel this shit soon as they throw it onYou feel this joint this is your new favorite songYou at the dancehall, it's time to show it off you got it going onY'all niggas know what's up
