[Verse 1 - Black Thought]
   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
   Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
   Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
   We never listen to them
   It's like trying to take a piss in the wind
   My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
   They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em
   Now who the type built to last?
   It's no question, the Master!
   Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
   Hitting you hard from - every direction
   Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!
  
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   Yeah.....
   Give it here, and don't say nuthin
   Just give it here, and don't say nuthin
   .....Cut the check
   Give it here, and don't say nuthin
   Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin
  
   [Verse 2 - Black Thought]
   Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
   Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
   You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
   Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
   Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
   Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
   Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
   Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
   Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
   Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
   Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
   Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
   C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
   Most times they be sticking you without the gats
   I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
   And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga
  
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   [Verse 3 - Black Thought]
   Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
   On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
   When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
   To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
   I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
   Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
   Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
   You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
   Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
   Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
   Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
   Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial
   We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
   See me put the system on lock like can pill
   So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
   Cause my click come a full sizeable portions
  
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