Double Trouble

We go wow

Ba da da dow da dah ow

Either stand tall

Just sit the f**k down

All the way from the 2 1 5th to bucktown

Brace yourself

It's about to go down

Runnin one on one and only hip hop bound

Yo tariq

Whassup

How your micraphone sound

It sound tight

Well aight

Show em what it's about

We got to blow up the spot

Because they must have forget

We double

Trouble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubblin hot

Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it

The vocalist

Bustin this blunt

Instrument spit

The magnificent

Rapper's run from it

All fly girls

Nipples and toes

Numb from it

Mc's in my circumference

Is confronted son

Get your growth stunted from this

You don't want it

What n***a

The black thought and m o s def done it

Who the ultimate

Yo my man speak upon it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it

Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet

All you high noon riders better rally at the summit

It's me and tariq and your fleet outnumbered

Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted

Eyewitness account

Say it happened so sudden

Just slid off to the side

Didn't really say nuttin

Then blaow

Blew away the 1900th

You better get your rest cause the next day comin

Oh yes

And mc's they scared to say sum'tin

Stop frontin

I'm in the cut just onlookin

Your get your kings

Your rooks

Rings and pawns tooken

Aiyyo

Keep your tape rollin so you catch every bar

Of the black thought and the black man from black star

Illadelph and vietnam we conference

Accomplish

Even with stakes inclined

I get mine

Regardless

Yo

A lot of smurfette mc's carry purses

And rock

Uniforms

That's made for nurses

I burst your verses

Your words is worthless

Only touchin surface

The f**k's the purpose

I shot the sherriff

The deputy

And head of bank treasury

So mounties in the county got a big bounty stressin me

But tell 'em to hold off

They too short to measure me

Mos and black thought blast forth with the weaponry

Like blaow ba dow da da dow da dah ow

Either stand tall or sit the f**k down

All the way from the 2 1 5th to bucktown

Brace yourself

It's about to go down

Yo tariq

Whassup

How your micraphone sound

It sound tight

Well aight

Show em what it's about

We got to blow up the spot

Because they must have forget

We double

Trouble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubblin hot

Yeah

Now check your stove top before you take a listen

And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen

These gassed up n***az just ain't fuel efficient

I play the winter breeze to choke hold your piston

Eh eh eh eh

Now you n***az can't make pole position

Class e chassis can't hold the transmission

Crew pit

Useless

They got they tools missin

Watch me

Grand prix

Champy for wealth driven

Yo

You go one for my hustle

Hustle

Two to rock rhyme

Two to rock rhyme

From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time

I swing from chandeliers and wall climb

And specialize in warfares of all kind

A lot of mc's said I'm a run it down rhyme

But half the time

They run it down one of mine

Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line

You dumb and blind kid

It's enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized

Melt down all of your artificial lies

Y'all n***az is faker than yellow no

5

Swine like mono and diglyceride

My vocals got texture

You just texturized

I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised

Step into my zone get flown like fly

By the b boy lazarus who just won't die

Yo

Me and kamal and leanord hubbard

Uestlove and malik

We go back to dollar hoagies and tahitian treat

Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin

Me and dante like marvin

The troublemen travellin

Give me the mic

We on that again

B boy business

Off the top actin and battlin

Servin them cats that forgot

But don't get too close

Because you might get shot

Like blaow ba dow da da dow da dah ow

Either stand tall or sit the f**k down

All the way from the 2 1 5th to bucktown

Brace yourself

It's about to go down

Yo tariq

Whassup

How your micraphone sound

It sound tight

Well aight

Show em what it's about

We bout to blow up the spot

Because y'all must have forget

We double

Trouble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubblin hot

We go blaow ba dow da da dow da dah ow

Either stand tall or sit the f**k down

All the way from the 2 1 5th to bucktown

Went from do you want more to what you want now

Yo tariq

Whassup

How your micraphone sound

It sound tight

Well aight

Show em what it's about

We bout to blow up the spot

Because y'all must have forget

We double

Trouble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

Bubblin hot

Say here's a little story that must be told

About two young brothers who got so much soul

They takin total control

Of the body and brain

Flyin high in the sky

On a lyrical plane

It's just two bad brothers who will never quit

Mos def and tariq from the 2 1 5th

They rock beginnin to end

On a spiritual blend

And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again

It's just me and tariq

With ahmir on the beat

The roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique

We got the soul shockinest

Body rockinest

Non stoppinest

Fortified live survive the apocalypse

Rhymes we say

The perfect blend

Because we know how to rock when the beat come in

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Here we go

Here we here we here we go

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Let the poppers pop

And the breakers break

Then zen zen zen zen zen

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Two years ago

A friend of mine

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