I’m a big MMJB fan. Black Thought is one of my favorites… he murders Skew It on the BBQ. Shouts to STS, Truck, Dice, Porn, BJ, everybody in Philly. Sorry if I fudged some of these lyrics:
Jam boy magic, Mr. Suntastic
Whole catalogue consists of all classics
Wackness cause your chick to fall backwards
Ain’t a hood pass yo this for all-access
If you follow the game you might catch this
Act like an activist, you know, active
MC like me just has to spit acid
Sucka like you just has to give (?)
Ashes to ashes, Frazier to Cassius
Pardon the pause ya’ll some pain in the asses
Get turned to toast like raising the glasses
When I’m stage girls swing from the rafters
Awfully nasty like monster mashing
Ya’ll know the voice it’s type hoarse and raspy
Can’t place the face, kinda hard to catch me
Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby
Jawns keep telling me I’m great like Gatsby
Caught like a felony you can’t slide past me
I’m low key, kinda anti flashy
Till I’m OG up in a black tie classy
Sun Tzu to Sun Ra, Gargamel to Mum-rah
Son of a shooter lettin suds from a gun fly
Shakur La mamba with the bumbaclot
Black Thought my sound’s hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Bettin ya’ll rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Any chump trying to front what you want, huh?
And I’m callin rappers out like the umpire
Nope, won’t even do it in the name of love
Until I’m giving it my all and it just ain’t enough
See even winners getting realer than they say it was
Straighten up, who afraid of what? Player get involved
Look, you work so you better off
24/7 365, never off
Look at me I’m nocturnal I don’t sleep
Eyes heavy bags and crows feet, we won’t be
Stopped. I don’t work then I won’t eat
Time keep runnin like a river it don’t cease
In the mind of a superhero there’s no peace
Can’t stop running like I’m duckin the police
Ill, cooley high they try to do me like (?)
The flow so obese, I’m bringing the slow leak
I keep the crowd satisfied bringing them cold heat
Yo, yawl the Pitts like Angelie Jolie
Stop, stop, you know the hammers is gone seek
Goons looking at me like them cannons ain’t on me
Please, you ain’t dealing with no amateurs homey
Philly ain’t known for cheesesteak sandwiches only
Yeah, climbed to the top and it was lonely
Everybody there mean mugging like Nick Nolte
But no, won’t stop, won’t drop, won’t retire
Got my own supplier selling goods to the buyer
The torch, the eye of the storm is on fire
Jawns wanna give me birthday sex like Jeremiah
Hittin me on Facebook I reply ‘denied’
Tell me I’m in the top 5 they ain’t ever lied
Picture me in that (?) the parents would arrive
It costs 2 to 5, them doors suicide
Yup, just a thought yo it’s yours to decide
No matter what corner of the globe you reside
2-1-5 dumbness is I
When it come to the job getting done what am I?
I’m a god of themicrophone praise the lord
Anybody disagree with me can raise they sword
Agent orange, poisonous amazing poems
And the band keeps ragin on, we don’t’ stop
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