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Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, way it gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed and lead
Gettin' hotter than saxophone in my room at the Ramada
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static and scratch to match while you cats get popped
Most can play how I post, but yo that don't mean shit
'Cause my clique'll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, runnin' the park, comin' to New York to mix
Bob power with the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically it got to be staticky
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With Air Smooth, takin' niggas with dice to shoot
The Roots poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile in various trust rap styles
Of mine applied, pain is in the mind so I'm fine
At five foot seven inches in height
My mission is strike mics, enlightenin' tykes
Fryin' it like lightnin', fluorescent
Incandescent, effervescently I represent
Foreign objects and ill elements, very relevant
Plus intelligently managin' matter thus makin' tracks matter
Revolve around Saturn like rings and bring swings
When I stings with bass, then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin' your dreams like gats with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene repelling fellas like a vaccine
As I rock so under plunder and I'm not lyrically
You get shot in your court so distort with thought for real
It's the illest out the Phi short for Philadelphia
To clout money makin' move fakin' I isn't
Niggas cannot front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked with the visit while you're wonderin' where is it
Dig it, yo my mellow on what up for the night
Malik B get on the mic, get on the mic like that y'all
Ayo I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin', it's goin', it's gone
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Now go get your dictionary and your pictionary
'Cause my jubilation with my diction riches lives in carriage
Words in herds like some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal or no sequel
So policies of equalities get demolished
Demolished, resources of the status get polished
Urges splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it's quite clever
However, you never can sound alike
Lyrics don't be found like these truths
Who be's Roots and Soulcha mellow by culture
Rhythmatic vulture approach ya with magnetic shit that's ultra
I make MCs dangle like a bangle, strangle from every angle
My angle jingles and it jangles under Kangols
Naww the niggas don't wanna tangle
'Cause Roots get loose, Negroes get juiced like a mangle
To be particular, extracurricular for pleasure
Measure in any weather, value more than a treasure
Baby you say you're maybe, they comin' to flex
Now you wonder what's next
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Brother Quest come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Black Thought come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Malik B come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Brother Quest come
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear Tendon Rock
Distortion to blow up your eardrum
People in the place hear the Roots hit


















































