The Roots — Distortion to Static Black Thought Mix

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me For all eternity, I representin' Souther-en Philly Indeed, as I distort I proceed and lead Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom in my smoke filled room For tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo, that don't mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick Who flips, kid? The Black Thought, ??? cues the mix Master of the money-gettin' lyrics and shit Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin' niggas loot with dice Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, trust rap styles of mine are blunt Pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics, enlightenin' tykes, frightenin' like lightnin' Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings And bring swings when I stings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace I'm bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine As I rocks from under, blunderin' I'm not, lyrically Ya get shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iadic-fly Money makin', move fakin' I isn't Niggas can't front 'cause I'm poetically exquisite Wicked, with this visit while you're wonderin', what is it? Dig it, yo, my mellow, um, whattup for the night? I get hyper on the mic, lyrically, I'm the type to snipe It's like that y'all, this is how we do it everyday I relax and parlay and let the music play