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(feat. Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy))

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
What is it we wanna doooo..
now that I'm allowed to be alone with you?
Bir-thday girl, it's your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you're old enough to go and see the "R"-rated show, now

[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
I'm coming to break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
I'm coming to break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
I'm coming to break you off (beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby

[Verse One: Black Thought]
Bad Misses, Throwing raspberry kisses on me

Last of the red hot (red hot), lovin' emcees
Who came up poor, grits and government cheese
The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic
Some of my niggaz fell in love with MP's, come on
Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys
I'm tryin'a get a piece of this government green
And smack 'em in the melon with another LP
C'mon, help a couple people in the struggle get free

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8X)

Chorus: Black Thought (4X)

It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop

[Black Thought]

[Verse One: Malik B]

Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need
Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe

Yeah! that all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash, head of the class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy

Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep 'em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what I spin, put 'em out on a limb

[Verse 1 - Black Thought]
Yeah! That almighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze SOUND splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed PIPER deed tight, disposition keep on flippin
Keep em playin they position

On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel
And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural
Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats
The butta kid got yet another bid to serve
In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha
Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to cola roda
Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects
Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby

Yo Malik Blunt
[B] Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
[B] Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Word, that was trippy
Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
[T] Word, organix, groovy stew grits

Yeah it would be cool it could be too
Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living a lie eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us one could be you
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing
But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers

Yeah it would be cool it could be too
Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living a lie eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us one could be you
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing
But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers

[Chorus 2X]
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin my outfit
He said blink
We gonna send the hounds in

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Knocked up 9 months ago
And what she finna have she don't know
She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old
She don't want no rock'n'roll
She want platinum or ice or gold
She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold
If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
I drew a 2 of hearts from a deck of cards
A stock trick from my empty repertoire
Another hopeless story never read at all
I’m better off looking for the end
Where the credits are
It’s a pain living life against the grain
I’m looking back and y’all look the same

[Black Thought]
One two
Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
Coolin out with my man Malik B
we call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
Aiyyo bust it

This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about triflin' times of millie
Millie, a brooklyn queen-originally from philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy
Around this time, the slammin' joint was milk is chilin'
But even cooler was my social worker dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker ''cause I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles

[Chorus:]
If you seen it or heard it,maybe probably I did it
maybe or maybe not,I'll admit what I committed
exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why
I had no disguises,no verdicts,no alibis

[Malik B]
Look into my window,tell me what you see

Everything's changing around me
and I want to change too
It's one thing I know
It ain't cool being no fool
I feel different today
I don't know what else to say
But imma get my shit together
It's now or never

Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay
I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section
Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass
Back in eighty-seven
Easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy
Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella

Hello hello hello hello...

(MOS DEF)
Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys
Entrances exits vestibules and alleys
Winding roads that test the firm nerve
fortune or fatal behind the blind curve
The engine oil purr lights flash to a blur

[Chorus: Black Thought: (2X)]
You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump
We got more cuz it's what you want
Thump it in your section and throughout your section
In your area, throughout your whole section, yo...

[Black Thought:]
Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire

Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent treatment, baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent treatment, baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?

[Verse 1: Aaron Livingston]
Like when autumn leaves fall
Down from the trees
There goes my honey bee
I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams
And I do not miss them yet
I wouldn’t wish them on the worst of enemies
Let them burn, go from here

Chorus: repeat 4x

Step into the realm you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life you'll soon depart

[malik b]
Yo i walk a-cross this world that's deceptive
Beats are perfected the ghetto's infested

Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart

[Hook]
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away

[Verse 1: Malik B]
The rhythm just sways and like a sorceress I slays

[Chorus: Patty Cash]
When I wake up, I look into the mirror
I can see a clearer, vision
I should start living today
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day

[Blu]

[John Legend]
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire

[Chorus: John Legend]
There's something in your heart
and it's in your eyes
It's the fire, inside you

The hypnotic, the hypnotic, the hypnotic, check it out
The hypnotic, the hypnotic, the hypnotic, check it out
The hypnotic, the hypnotic, the hypnotic, the hypnotic, check it out
The hypnotic, the hypnotic, the hypnotic, check it out, the hypnotic

Yo, I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona
She dealt with reality, never fed into the drama

C'mon.. and yes y'all
You are now in tune to the sounds..
of the legendary.. foundation

Yeah, you go
Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and
set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin and

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Knocked up 9 months ago
And what she finna have she don't know
She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old
She don't want no rock'n'roll
She want platinum or ice or gold
She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold
If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold

Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with
Now it's time to spark shit
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with
Now it's time to spark shit

[Black Thought]

Uh huh

uh

And it weights a ton

[Black Thought]
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son

Треклист:
01 - Dun
02 - Sleep
03 - Make My [feat. Big K.R.I.T., Dice Raw]
04 - One Time [feat. Phonte, Dice Raw]
05 - Kool On [feat. Greg Porn, Truck North]
06 - The OtherSide [feat. Bilal Oliver, Greg Porn]
07 - Stomp [feat. Greg Porn, Just Blaze]

[Truck North]
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but God he want more
Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go
like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show
Living life without a care, mean pokerface

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

[Verse One]
Yo, yo
Lost generation, fast paced nation
World population confront they frustration