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    Thought @ Work

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    [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
    Me and Shock up in a black Regal no insurance
    We like DEA serving warrants
    So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin
    We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
    so e'rybody in here can stop snorin
    Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
    Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
    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 ain't 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 soul 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 y'all 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, emceein
    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 M-Ill get home we're gonna win
    First one to 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
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