All the way live, from two-one-five [x3] kid, two-one-five, two-one-five What? Black Thought in the house Representin the Roots, y'all know how we do Proceed Beatminerz remix one time for your mind It's on
[Verse One: Black Thought]
Yo, I never sweat it, it's all copacetic In this lyrical profession rappers I discredit It's fact that a fraction of the rap population is pathetic not thorough Here come the kid that's got it like Al Jarreau I restin in the wild burough where it's all realism never fiction And ghettoes is forever friction Clash for cash gettin status and crabs is froze caught up in the mixing The mic's my only apparatus And with it I got rappers paranoid Lyrical freakazoid, leapin out the terror void Guard your era it's the Black Thought ain't nothing lesser than the MC oppressor, poetry professor I pound this MC on my dresser got my mind on trauma So my persona's marijuana most melodic with the melodrama The Ben Frank folder, the mic holder Command it with a planet on my shoulder till the sound's over Keep it underground my style subterranean Ill Philadelph Pennsylvanian Back on the tour to entertrain again, whoops I meant to say to entertain I'm in a planetary mode Watch as I explode through your area code with dialect Y'all niggaz know the time when the Thought catch wreck Y'all niggaz know the science on the Dice Raw and Malik B Kid I'm nice y'all searchin for a beat It's the master of literature that's pure you're checkin for Coming down I keep it real and hardcore y'all know the score Four four that's the major, Black Thought I got the flavor you need And I shall proceed
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[Beatminerz cut and scratch the chorus of Proceed]
[Verse Two: Malik B]
I can make you dance, I can make you shout The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth Rap extrordinaire share me never ever See through because I be true, Malik's together Intox your cells till your brain vein swells Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch I always stand firm, under any term My actions never squirm cuz my tracks is perm I have a tendency to defend this MC My residency is simply in sensei I makes it vivid, on different continents of Earth I pivot It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it My style is like a cat from a seventies flick Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray When I talk this way, I do dismay See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed I sign off but I shall proceed