Nine Days ☆ Lost You...

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: (Black Thought)

Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced 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 cellular phone far from home
Giving crowds what they wantin’
Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin’
Keepin’ ya party jumpin with 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 on you
You heard a 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 that run between love and hatred
The game is ill-natured – is nothing sacred?
Hey yo, it’s funny what I see some rap niggaz do to make it
A few will 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 rhyme saying rent paying life support
I take it very seriously within this industry
There’s various crews that try to touch me
But I come wit the beautiful things
And I bless the track plushly
Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours
Recipient of applause from all’a 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: (Black Thought)

Livin the life of limos and lights
Airplanes and trains
Short days and long nights
Keyboards and mics
Bass chords and drum kicks
In my mental thick they hit my head like brick
As I embark on a mission – welcome into the dark
When I first spark the arts, when the listening start
Open your head wide and let the Thought inside
My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi
My dealth 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 my cousin Hamed
We let the ladies blend with
the dark skin thoroughbred and discover
My level is that of no other
And Roots crew reign offical and true
While I’m continuing to…