featuring Raphael Saadiq



Chorus: (Saadiq)



Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...



Verse One:



Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation

World population confront their frustration

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken

It's all contractual, and about money making

Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations

Exact replication and false representation

You wanna be a man, then stand your own

To MC requires skills, I demand some shown

I let the frauds keep frontin

And roam like a celluar phone far from home

Giving crowds what they wanted

Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin

Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin

Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al

No imagination, excuse for perpetration

My man came over and said

"Yo we thought we heard you"

Joke's for you

We heard your bitin ass crew but uh



Chorus: Raphael Saadiq



Never do, what they do when they do what they do

(repeat 2X)



Verse Two: Black Thought



Thin is the line of between love and hatred

The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred

Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap niggaz do the making

Of you would blow up or go as far as they can take it

My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live

I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport

Now the rhymes need life support

I take it very seriously within this industry

It's various crews that try to touch me

But I come wit the beautiful thing

And I bless the track plushly

Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours

Recepient of applause from you and yours

Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home

To absorb and sweat it out your pores

Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins

Infinitely go against the grain

That's why my motto's to



Chorus



Verse Three:



Livin the life of limos and lights

Airplanes and trains

Short days and long nights

Keyboards and mics

Bass chords and drum kicks

And my mental thick to hit my head like brick

As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark

When I first spark the arts, when's the listening start

Open your head wide and let the thought inside

My style fortified by all of philladel-phy

I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy

Mentality undetectable by the naked eye

Then I get paid when the record is played

To put it short I want it Made like Ed, nuff said

Then after that, I'm puttin on the ___

Let the ladies blend with the darkskin devil bred and discover

My level is that of no other

And Roots crew bring offical and true

While I'm continuin to...



Chorus: repeat 4X