[Chorus]

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)

Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)

(Give it everything you got yo)

(Once again it's time, it's time)

It's time to ride, ride....



[Verse One: Black Thought]

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement

I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages

Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers

Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta

Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement

Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger

I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language

What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement

I'm hot brolic call it contagious

The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish

Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages

Is something in the iris and the way I spit

That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit

Black traumatic, so there you have it

My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic

Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package

Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage

The technique in your reach, if only you could have it

For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro

Poet for hired pack metal

You feel me?



[Chorus]



[Verse Two: Black Thought]

Yo, the load heavy

We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady

Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures

Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine

Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, ma