HORRORSHOW - Thoughtcrime - Doin My Think lyrics

rate me

Hold up, let me backtrack through the catalogue

The scribbled thoughts of a good for nothing vagabond

Emcees is sheep, me, I'm a cattle dog

Herd 'em up and convert 'em like digital to analogue

From Sydney to Babylon and back, we on track

Tryna put that food for thought rap back on the map

Cause they hungry for some substance, I've seen in it their faces

They questioning the bargain, wanna know what's the basis

See some people say I think too much

So I had a think about it and I think that they should shut the fuck up

If I knew how to silence all the voices in my head

Then I would, but I can't so I listen to 'em instead

And right now they telling me that I should be double checking your pedigree

Cause I ain't buying half what you're selling me

Elefant Traks got the rights to the Territory

And ain't a single person yet guessed the recipe

So we back in the kitchen just working on the flavours

Go on and help yourself now, don't be a stranger

Go on and shake what your mama nature gave ya

Let me see you on your baddest behaviour

See when it's all said and done it's about more than fun

Cause there's still original thought left under the sun

We tryna get your mental moving in sync

And I'm a keep on doin' my think

See when it's all said and done it's about what was said

Girls move your bodies and the fellas nod they heads

We tryna notify your next of kin

All my people keep doin' your think

And raise your voice and sing

See there's music that makes you dance, music that makes you feel

No longer am I sure which one I think is more real

Cause if we could 50 Cent all our problems away

There'd be nothing left for the thinkers to say

But not today, so we back with some more rhymes

Can I interest anybody in a little bit of thoughtcrime?

If you sick of being taught what to like

Hypnotise you, that's why they play it all day and all night

So while they bumping watered down product on the airways

The truth ain't getting no airplay cause it ain't that catchy

But I'm a get it off the ground like an airplane

I'm flyer than Frank Abagnale, you can't catch me

So fingers crossed that they didn't notice that I had my fingers crossed

When I told 'em that they was the dopest

Cause I wouldn't wanna cause no offence

That's why I'm taking pot shots with my rifle while I'm sitting on the fence

Ayo we drop hot flows, rocking op-shop clothes

Probably catch me out the front a fucking cop shop stoned

Deep in thought, Kid Solo representing Horrorshow

And I'm out like I gots to go (now let's go)

You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon

Put some thought into it

Thanks to Fletcher for correcting these lyrics