[Black Thought]<br />
On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel<br />
And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural<br />
Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats<br />
The butta kid got yet another bid to serve<br />
In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha<br />
Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda?<br />
Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects<br />
Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby<br />
That I planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from<br />
The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me?<br />
Touch, the texture of the weak and yo I wrecks the comb<br />
From picking cause I'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome<br />
I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions<br />
Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then<br />
The Roots and the boots Don boost to stomp potholes<br />
Mr. Job Kicker, ease off, cause I got soul enough<br />
To sell it, yo let spell it, B-L-A-C-K<br />
T-H-O-U-G-H-T don't play<br />
When I skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and<br />
Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in Johansen<br />
Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble<br />
Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble..<br />
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Hahaha, and for my next trick