[BlackThought]
   One two
   Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
   Coolin out with my man Malik B
   we call him Sla-xon
   YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
   Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
   Aiyyo bust it
   We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
   We gon' set it like this
   Yo check it
  
   Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
   like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
   Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
   And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it's
   the cause of that "Oh shit!"
   The skits I kick, flows like catfish
   and got many emcees on the blacklist
   I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics
   Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit
   Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
   Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
   Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
   offender wanna go like Meshach, Black
   Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
   Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
   The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
   of my mellow my man, Malik B
  
   [Malik B]
   Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
   The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh..
   WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)
   Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
   Next contender, Malik's the axe offender
   Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
   microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
   Put him in a quote, when he croaks
   They sayin -- isn't it, is it the negro that did it?
   Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
   I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms
   (And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
   Capture, was to, whack ya
   Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
   I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM
   for my mellow my man
  
   Chorus: BlackThought
  
   The way we do it like this
   That, for my mellow my man
   It's like that for my mellow my man
   No no we do it like that
   This, for my mellow my man
   It's like this for my mellow my man
   No no we do it like this
   That, for my mellow my man
   It's like that for my mellow man
   No no we do it like that
   This, for my mellow my man
   It's like this for my mellow my man
  
   [BlackThought]
   Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
   and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
   turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool
   Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
   damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound
   when Thoughts pound
   and brown's, my complexion section Southern
   my brother-in is Jex, I
   sweats no sex, cause this kid gets
   grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed
   when your heart spit up, dip dup damn
   Yo I lost it but --
   -- back is the Black Boogey Man
   Manic mad musician, maker of noise
   that's jocked, by your homeboys
   I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
   I was lost but was found, now I gets down
   from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
   Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
   I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
   to my mellow my man, Malik B
  
   [Malik B]
   WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)
   Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
   In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
   Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
   Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
   cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
   Too strong to be sterile
   So I impregnates the greats (say what?)
   Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust them
   even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
   Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices
   I won't smirk, cause my name's not Urkel
   The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
   You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize
   but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
   Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites
   and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain't *shhh*
   That was a curse, but I divide it in half
   Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the wrath
   of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic
   Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
   So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU
   If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome
   and then we cap, YOU
   It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check
   for my mellow my man
  
   Chorus: BlackThought
  
   The way we do it like this
   That, for my mellow my man
   It's like that for my mellow my man
   No no we do it like that
   This, for my mellow my man
   It's like this for my mellow my man
   No no we do it like this
   That, for my mellow my man
   It's like that for my mellow man
   No no we do it like that
   This, for my mellow my man
   It's like this for my mellow my man
  
   I think it's for my mellow my man, uhh
   My mellow my man, right
   My mellow my man, uhh
   My mellow my man, right
   My mellow my man, uhh
   My mellow my man, right
   My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
   For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
   Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
   B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man
   Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man
   Check it