(feat. Raphael Saadiq)    [Chorus: Raphael 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]  Yo, yo  Lost generation, fast paced nation  World population confront they frustration  The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken  It's all contractual and about money makin  Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation  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 celluar phone far from home  Givin 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 um..    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...    [Verse Two]  Thin is the line that run between love and hatred  The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred  Aiyyo, it's funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it  A few'll 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 rhymes sayin rent payin life support  I take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustry  It's various crews that try to touch me  But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly   Around the world crowds love me, from doin tours  Recepient of applause from all of 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: Raphael Saadiq]  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...    [Verse Three]  Livin the life of limos and lights  Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights  Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks  And my mental thick to hit my head like brick  As I embark on a mission welcomin to the dark  When I first spark the arts, when the listenin start  Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside  My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi  I've dealt 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 darkskin thoroughbred  and discover, my level is that of no other  And Roots crew reign offical and true while I'm continuin to..    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...  Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...