Meiso

Black Thought :

Yin for yang I walk on a line

Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind

Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents

As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense

From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough

Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon

Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine

I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real

and what's illus-ion

I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted

As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet

Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul

Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven

In this continual maze, where night fight with days

Within my mind marijuan blaze

And some say I should change my ways

But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze

Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate

It's the great lab dwella

Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer

The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor

Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder

Phila 5th Dynasty's the future

And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots

We get ya renascence loosa

Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and

mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high

My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black

Yo Krush, where's it at?!!!??!

Malik B :

The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift

The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff

Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list

Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused

You would think it was the Fourth of July

Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky

Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty

Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy

Bimbos talking about where's the indo?

Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window

To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left

I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it

But perserverence is a virtue

The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you

Ya celly might jerk too

Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned

But I'm a rebel to the system so I might not be coming

So if I fail, man just get up the bail

It's just more time to write another story to tell

Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B

fuck up their-re-le-vance

We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust

Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I'll bust

Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust

With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss