[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