(feat. Nelly Furtado)    [Verse One: Black Thought]  Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids  Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness  Grown man tactics, no pediatrics  the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous  the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin'  I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'  The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion  Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'  The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'   Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'  But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name  or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?  Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening  My spit take critical political action  The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction  And every word that's understood is a transaction  I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder  Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder  Paris, France to Tip and Tioga  How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya    [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado]  I tell you one lesson I learned  If you want to be something in life  You ain't gonna get it unless  You give a little bit of sacrifice  Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry  You need a heart that's filled with music  If you use it you can fly  If you want to be high    [Verse Two: Black Thought]  Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock  I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block  My name Black, the style is unorthodox  It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box  A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what?   My man grab the missile, plug for the gut  Now next time beatty stop being such a glut  I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts  We up close on 'em with toast but no crust  It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust  Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust  Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up  Came close to the upmost but no cigar  Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars  The number one runner with the number one drummer  Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder  Come on    [Chorus]    [Verse Three: Black Thought]  Your first impression might be I'm a asshole  Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle  Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule  Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone  Recognize I'm a rolling stone  No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags  Give me the disc or I put it where your body at  Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks  With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy  Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way  I read an open booklet inside me  The star of the story that groove teller got me  Through all the dark times part of the business  The light be contingent on small forensics  My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant  It's true so the crew gon' sense it  I get in the zone    [Chorus x3]    The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....