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(Verse 1)
Yo, yo, you wasn`t payin` attention, I`m henchman, hit the entrance
Trenchin`, wasn`t no means, a intervention
A dollar bill will make a hundred-ten Yen son
How much you willing to sacrifice to win, huh?
I personally have paid mine and then some
Climbed up an inch at a time, now who the Zen one
If not self, whom else could you depend on
Friends gon` swear it`s aight, and probably been wrong
I`ve got them battlefield dents in my armor
A twitch from the drama, the trees, and bad Karma
But yo, I`m a precision, proceed ya preformer
We operate every night, and leave in the morning
To get you high as a kite is the reason you wanted
It`s like, a direct flight from freezing to burning hot shit
The audience fiend for this fix
And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...
[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]
(Verse 2)
Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel, locked in position
It`s got to be my guy, the turntable tactician
You all in a hush, silent, trying to listen
You wanna feel this realness, that reads spittin
It got ya head, splits ya eyes, can`t stop twitchin`
The only thing that you can do is rock to the rhythm
Thought puttin` down, cuz he`s the world-reknowned
See me lickin` rhymes, trappin` like I`m firing rounds
And um, you in tune to this infinite sound
And um, the revolution poppin` off right now
I make you raise ya fist, raise and I`m proud
Raise ya fifth, and bust it at the flag like BLOW
You fuck-boy niggas tryin` to keep it on a hush
But Black Thought spit it cuz you people want the rush
You feel? That`s why the audience fiend for this fix
And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...
[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]
(Verse 3)
Yo, I got that renaissance, turn-of-the-century choke
And I`ma do the people right if y`all just give me the vote
We feel to ride, hit `em high, Krush just give me the rope
See all the porcelain chase cats gettin` the broke
One at a time, now best focus on who the dime
When your blade`s sharp as mine and people want you to rhyme
And want you to spill, for me it`s not nothin` for real
Me and my man run at your band yo we tough on the will
He`ll blow ya mind like bustin` the steel
I give the crowd somethin to feel
This sound got the power to heal
It`s like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill
A quarter a kill, the bird while patrolling the field
I`m puttin` rappers out cold
I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole
Whenever my man program the passcode y`all receive the fist
Aiyo Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...
[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]
