Quills (Explicit)

[Hook] 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 niggas 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? [Hook] [Verse Two: Black Thought] Yo, the load heavy We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures Niggas mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen The story in the ghetto the same Seem like it's just some things that never will change Give birth to a style and won't give it a name Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang Envision a king, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak The understandable diabolique, animal style Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious Inject you with the broke down english The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez, guess what the theme is Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga [Hook] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Yo, the rebel Che Gueverra You heard another debut better? Don’t cop Thought’s Theatre, just save your cheddar I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning The flash and the cash and the fast women It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been Thought known as the cure for cancer Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python You know what I'm saying? When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin... [Hook]