Quills

[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