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    [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

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