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| [Black Thought]
Bass for your facehighs for your eyes
Don't blinkBlack Ink has arrivedall rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your sidebe alright
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in herewe 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 pushinpop vesseland her shoes is ill
But her handkeep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
But it's coolwe 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 apesto get charged
NahI'm not a dealerI'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof backlettin 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 yearsyou'll never get this fool
Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)
Stay cool ma (heyhey) c'mon
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Heystay cool.. stay cool)
There it is (Yeah hah hahstay coooool)
[Black Thought]
Hip-Hop my main bitchI 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 sweatmoney make her bet
Funny son you threatwell I ain't shakin yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillintougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain
Childrenin the hood gettin rocked by they buildings
And brothers'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions
The stressgot 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
(Heyhey) check it outand just
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah
(Heystay cool.. stay cool)
(Yeah hah hahstay coooool)
[Black Thought]
Yeahwhen I'm crusin in my vehiclethe chase harass me
They never ride past methey really comin at me right
They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be
Probably wanna get me to runso they can blast me
Justblast me in your boxplay my shit
I know it's crowded at the topcause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the topas a brother could get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But it's finere-gizzlin I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calmcalculated 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 Stubblefielddrummer for James
Hip-Hop is out of Hustlevillecomin for change
I exercise 'til a muscle buildbreakin the chains
And I'm cool
(Stay cool) (stay cool) (heyhey)
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules)
(Heystay cool.. stay cool)
(Yeah hah hahstay coooool)
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