(feat. Talib Kweli) SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing) [Light faded voice of Black Thought] Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to A'yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin, and sit your ass back [Chorus: Black Thought] A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that! (Shit up) Pump that! (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up! (Get Up) Stand up! (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up! (Now) Rise up! (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot! (blaow) Lick a shot! (blaow) [Verse 1: Black Thought] A'yo everybody on they jawns Cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron Coming to school shootin up the auditorium Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV The least of y'all worries should be Thought's cd The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly They done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t. If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin fancy The maker, no matter what the circumstance be Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel Smacked like I'm (??), leave him crippled Keep talkin greasey I'ma big lip you A'yo your man'll can get slid with you You and the squad takin to galoshes I hold the engineer for hostage and spit from a dirty cartridge Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit I'm sendin them goons to your mom's apartment [Chorus] [Verse 2: Dice Raw] A'yo I'm dancin, on the edge of insanity and rhymin like its the end of humanity Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me Turn around and tell girls we like family What up with all that, jokin, and collamity Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me But they don't know, I got somethin for them But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy They claimin they sell but I'm still the old boss Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all Watchin different artists rise and fall Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y'all [Chorus] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward You've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God Rastas, they say Jah They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine and make you say ahhh Guess who's back? The game needed improvement Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid I'm a shark in the water with constant movement influenced by music since a truant yo This is how we do it yo [Chorus x2]
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