[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah! That all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze South splash like a shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin'
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen
What I spin put 'em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen
Y'all fake n***as not settin' a trend
We never listen to them
It's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind
My home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em
They all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em
Now, who the type built to last? It's no question
The master, villain in black wit' no Stetson
My sound hittin' you hard from every direction
Your head and shoulder area, your midsection, dawg!

[Hook]
When the saint on the ground with his 9 on line
With the n***as who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here, just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everythin', hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yeah, Illadelph — home of the original gun-clappaz
Out on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wantin' the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress
Shorties runnin' reckless from Philly to Texas
Surprisin' what n***as willin' to do to get a necklace
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
N***as' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to D
Thirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick-up kids, they be out to tax
Most times, they be stickin' you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it’s mine, word is bond, I'mma take it right back, n***a

[Hook]
When the saint on the ground with his 9 on line
With the n***as who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here. and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here, just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everythin', hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'
[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I get in front of the band
On stage, wit' the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might've thought I was playin'
I'mma flame some sinister shit, the code twister
Slang thicker than Big Boi baby mom’s sister
Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the masterpiece, but to me, it's unperfected
Give it here, Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo, it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is canceled
N***a, Black Ink, Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial
We finna have the whole industry at a standstill
See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill
So get wit' them endorsements, and call reinforcements
'Cause my clique come a full sizable portion, yeah!

[Hook]
When the saint on the ground with his 9 on line
With the n***as who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here, just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'