The Roots - Silent Treatment (Beatminerz Remix) lyrics

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Silent...silent...

[Black Thought]

When I met her she was physically intact

Mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap

Qualities that attract a triple-X black

Erotic narcotic from the back

I mean her with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue

Then exchange telephone numbers at a few

Conversations and vibrations I'd acquire

>From her to set me on fire with Rick James desire

Her image inspire visions of under attire

And never did she gas me about something I should buy her, son

It's time the fella we grew close to one another

She was my sugar sister, I was her chocolate brother

So I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit

But shorty wasn't having it, she said I couldn't stick

It's all copastetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it

Still I could never forget it, just as if she never said it

I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffing

I anticipated getting nothing but the silent treatment

Searching for some type of sexual sabatoge

To break you out of all your camaflouge

Apparently your message is mirage

Niggas I know would think about a dodge

But my mentals is charged against the odds

Premeditated ep swung upon the kitchen floor

Raising my temperature with bodily allure

Cae mi amor, what? Be a more mature nature

I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, y'all

Enter me addictive, fly chocolate like Thai

Cause what I'm dealing with can get the whole world high

And when brothers is half-stepping I get your girl high

But still Amina keeps froning on my

As I enter to intertwine, combine, and blend thoughts

Inbedded with the physical force into your source

You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be

So why you treating me silently?

I take it all in moderation, about my loving situation

With patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting

I mentioned making moves without hesitation

I want this physical and mental stimulation not the perpetration

The penetration of the center as I enter

Intercourse keeping you warm through winter

The source is the word that won't splinter

Enter dimentions of brain tension when Black Thought back ninja

Orgasmic is the music that I send you, love

You know exactly what I'm thinking of, on the L train I'm insane

Recalling when I met you, got your number and name

Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shame

We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic

But only on a level that's platonic

I need a girl that's down forever trying to keep it real

But to shead a little light on her sex appeal

But every now and then it's a shorty who be packing the steel

Shoot 'em down like she hunt me, fronting, the silent treatment