[Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come The funk's all ready for whoever want some Your album get split like, a lump sum No doubt, under this influencin of outcome Millenium spaceship, totally wasted Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it Taste this swerve on a regular basis Servin y'all whatever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces This is without doubt, your lady pass out This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out Shout, to my brothers on back route Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat The critically acclaimed composer, stand over whichever mute miniscule mic holder You never knew the real before, yo I show ya You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over