We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow   Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down   All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown   Brace yourself, it's about to go down      Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound   Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound   (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about      We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget   We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)   Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it   The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit   The magnificent, rapper's run from it   All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it   MC's in my circumference, is confronted son   Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it   (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S that done it   Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it      Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it   Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet   All you high noon riders better rally at the summit   It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered   Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted   Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden   Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin   Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th      You better get your rest cause the next day comin   Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin   Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin   Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken      Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolve   Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star   Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish   Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless      Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses   And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses   I burst your verses, your words is worthless   Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose?      I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury   So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me   But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me   Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry      We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow   Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down   All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown   Brace yourself, it's about to go down      Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound   (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about      We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget   We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)      Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen   And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen   These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient   I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner   Now you niggaz can't make pole position   Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission   Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin   Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven      Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)   Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)   From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time   I swing from chandeliers and wall climb   And specialize in warfares of all kind   A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme   But half the time, they run it down one of mine   Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line   You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined      What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized   Melt down all of your artificial lies   Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5   Swine like mono and diglyceride   My vocals got texture, you just texturized   I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised   Step into my zone get flown like fly   By the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die      Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik   We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat   Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin   Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin   Give me the mic, we on that again   B-boy business, off the top actin and battlin   Servin them cats that forgot   But don't get too close, because you might get shot      We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow   Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down   All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown   Brace yourself, it's about to go down      Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound   (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about      We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget   We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)      We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow   Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down   All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown   Brace yourself, it's about to go down      Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound   (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about      We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget   We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)      Say here's a little story that must be told   About two young brothers who got so much soul   They takin total control, of the body and brain   Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane   It's just two bad brothers who will never quit   Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th   They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend   And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again   It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat   The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique   We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest   Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse   Rhymes we say, the perfect blend   Because we know how to rock when the beat come in   Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen   Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen   Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen   Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen   Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen   Here we go, here we here we here we go   Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen   Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen   Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen   Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break   Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen   Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen   Two years ago, a friend of mine   Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen