Letra de Thought @ Work, The Roots



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 
me and Shak up in a black Regal no insurance 
we like DEA serving warrants 
so tell the freaks you know to stop whorin 
we gonna grab the mics and get em off the wall so everybody in here can stop snoring 
yo where the safe? money, unlock it 
pull it out your pocket 
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morracan 
Black Thought on capitals like the sovereign 
girls get your eyes back up out the sockets 
focus, flawless New York to Europe 
to lands where my feet aint even touch the soil yet 
what a movement, the rap solution 
it thumps so hard we got em world wide usin them 
tracks from Black for satisfaction 
the role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson 
yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid but when I'm in your orbit you sole absorb it 
a real raw nigga wont fold or forfeit 
a thorough bred gonna enforce it 
Tariq's where the beats at 
and where the people out their seats at 
for what? Cause ya'll on it 
I'm like Aqua man and Brown Hornet 
I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it 
dog, reintroducing master thespian ho-telling-est, elin-est, emceeing 
fuck getting money for real, get freedom 
Black on the grind from am to the pm 
splash up crash up the x 5 b.m. 
motive entertainment the philly mob we in 
weak hearts, yo we not them 
waddup nigga T3 nigga bahtem 
when the em ill get home we're gonna win 
first one ta fall cats with no chin 
the mic the black hold remain smokin 
and ladies up in the place is wide open 
for real you know what I'm talking about 
pull it out your pocket (x3) 

Chorus 
you feel this shit soon as they throw it on 
you feel this joint this is your new favorite song 
you at the dancehall, you got it going on 
it's time to show it off so throw your hands up 
check it out yo 
you feel this shit soon as they throw it on 
you feel this joint this is your new favorite song 
you at the dancehall, you got it going on 
it's time to show it off yall niggas know whats up 

yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap 
come from south philly where the hammers are clapped huh? 
violate you will answer to black you a thug not really there's the answer to that leeya 
boxed silly with the hands skill attack 
cancel your check flip and 
dismantle your trap huh? 
wanna pack can't handle your strap 
you a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back 
meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken 
wild out take fools out without joking 
if I run out of shots I'm going out poking 
on a date with sis we going out stroking 
and the shot is fantastic 
the fantastic is the romantic 
and to the freaks in the house if your ready to bounce we can go to the flat and get tantric 
yeah you pronounce the name Tariq any questions? 
street hiphop I bring forth the essence 
you see pulling up five deep with nothing but dimes inside of my jeep 
I'm not arguing to get in VIP cocksucker prick 
suck a dick I'm a floss for the fuck of it 
girls say the baw black be on some other shit 
nigga talk like you work for the government 
my words worth like Barns and Nobel 
spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal 
spit thought name I'm a bomb your local neighbor ness 
for a ten mile radius 
well every ghetto craving this new anthem 
my brain unstable and I'm just too handsome 
I bang with the best around 
who can test the ground when I finesse the sound 
here come the controller 

Chorus 
you feel this shit soon as they throw it on 
you feel this joint this is your new favorite song 
you at the dancehall, you got it going on 
it's time to show it off so throw your hands up 
check it out yo 
you feel this shit soon as they throw it on 
you feel this joint this is your new favorite song 
you at the dancehall, it's time to show it off you got it going on 
yall niggas know whats up

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