[Black Thought]  Bass for your face, highs for your eyes  Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise  Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright  Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live  I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels  All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real  She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill  But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel  But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make  Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake  I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged  Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large  We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us  The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers  Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist  Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool    Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)  Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon  (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)  (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)  There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)    [Black Thought]  Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side  The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job  Go up against enormous odds  Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet  Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet  Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin  From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain  Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings  And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions  The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf  Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony  You feel the music know I'm over there probably  Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me  I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit  It make you wanna make a new dance up  It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff  It's not another sound system rockin steady as us  And it's cool    (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha  (Hey, hey) check it out, and just  (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah  (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)  (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)    [Black Thought]  Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me  They never ride past me, they really comin at me right  They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be  Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me  Just, blast me in your box, play my shit  I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip  And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get  And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset  But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine  In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine  And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned  The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme  It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames  I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James  Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change  I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains  And I'm cool    (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey)  (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)  (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)  (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)