[Verse One: Black Thought]
   Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
   Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
   Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
   the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
   the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin'
   I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
   The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion
   Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'
   The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
   Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
   But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name
   or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
   Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening
   My spit take critical political action
   The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
   And every word that's understood is a transaction
   I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
   Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
   Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
   How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya
  
   [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado]
   I tell you one lesson I learned
   If you want to be something in life
   You ain't gonna get it unless
   You give a little bit of sacrifice
   Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
   You need a heart that's filled with music
   If you use it you can fly
   If you want to be high
  
   [Verse Two: Black Thought]
   Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
   I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
   My name Black, the style is unorthodox
   It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box
   A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?
   My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
   Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
   I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
   We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
   It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
   Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust
   Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up
   Came close to the upmost but no cigar
   Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
   The number one runner with the number one drummer
   Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder
   Come on
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse Three: Black Thought]
   Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
   Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
   Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule
   Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone
   Recognize I'm a rolling stone
   No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags
   Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
   Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
   With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
   Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
   I read an open booklet inside me
   The star of the story that groove teller got me
   Through all the dark times part of the business
   The light be contingent on small forensics
   My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
   It's true so the crew gon' sense it
   I get in the zone
  
   [Chorus x3]
  
   The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....