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    Silent...silent...

    [Black Thought]
    When I met her she was physically intact
    Mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap
    Qualities that attract a triple-X black
    Erotic narcotic from the back
    I mean her with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue
    Then exchange telephone numbers at a few
    Conversations and vibrations I'd acquire
    >From her to set me on fire with Rick James desire
    Her image inspire visions of under attire
    And never did she gas me about something I should buy her, son
    It's time the fella we grew close to one another
    She was my sugar sister, I was her chocolate brother
    So I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
    But shorty wasn't having it, she said I couldn't stick
    It's all copastetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it
    Still I could never forget it, just as if she never said it
    I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffing
    I anticipated getting nothing but the silent treatment

    Searching for some type of sexual sabatoge
    To break you out of all your camaflouge
    Apparently your message is mirage
    Niggas I know would think about a dodge
    But my mentals is charged against the odds
    Premeditated ep swung upon the kitchen floor
    Raising my temperature with bodily allure
    Cae mi amor, what? Be a more mature nature
    I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, y'all
    Enter me addictive, fly chocolate like Thai
    Cause what I'm dealing with can get the whole world high
    And when brothers is half-stepping I get your girl high
    But still Amina keeps froning on my
    As I enter to intertwine, combine, and blend thoughts
    Inbedded with the physical force into your source
    You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be
    So why you treating me silently?

    I take it all in moderation, about my loving situation
    With patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting
    I mentioned making moves without hesitation
    I want this physical and mental stimulation not the perpetration
    The penetration of the center as I enter
    Intercourse keeping you warm through winter
    The source is the word that won't splinter
    Enter dimentions of brain tension when Black Thought back ninja
    Orgasmic is the music that I send you, love
    You know exactly what I'm thinking of, on the L train I'm insane
    Recalling when I met you, got your number and name
    Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shame
    We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic
    But only on a level that's platonic
    I need a girl that's down forever trying to keep it real
    But to shead a little light on her sex appeal
    But every now and then it's a shorty who be packing the steel
    Shoot 'em down like she hunt me, fronting, the silent treatment

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