What They Do

Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 Yo, yo
 Lost generation, fast-paced nation
 World population confront they frustration
 The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
 It's all contractual, and about money makin'
 Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation
 Exact replication and false representation
 You wanna be a man? Then stand your own
 To MC require skills, I demand some shown
 I let the frauds keep frontin'
 And roam like a cellular phone
 Far from home, givin' crowds what they wantin'
 Official hip-hop consumption, the Fifth thumpin'
 Keepin' ya party jumpin' with an original somethin'
 Yo, I dedicate this to the one-dimensional
 No imagination, excuse for perpetration
 My man came over and said, "Yo, we thought we heard you"
 Joke's on you, you heard a bitin' ass crew but, um
 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 
 Thin is the line that run between love and hatred
 The game is ill-natured, it's nothin' sacred
 Aiyo, it's funny what I see some rap niggas do to make it
 A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it
 My nine-to-five is just to hit ya, get the party live
 I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport
 Now the rhyme-sayin', rent payin' life support
 I take it very seriously within this industry
 It's various crews that try to touch me
 But I come with the beautiful thing
 And I bless the track plushly
 Around the world, crowds love me from doin' tours
 Recipient of applause from all of you and yours
 Creator of original sounds that's in the stores
 You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores
 Now who can stop the music runnin' through these veins
 Infinitely go against the grain
 That's why my motto's to
 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
 Livin' the life of limos and lights
 Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights
 Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks
 And my mental thick, they hit my head like brick
 As I embark on a mission, welcomin' to the dark
 When I first spark the arts, when the listenin' start
 Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside
 My style fortified by all of Philadelph-i
 My delph more stealth than all the wicked wealth-i
 Mentality undetectable by the naked eye
 Then I get paid when the record is played
 To put it short, "I want it made" like Ed, 'nuff said
 Then after that, I'm puttin' on my cousin Hamed
 We let the ladies blend with the dark-skinned thoroughbred
 And discover
 My level is that of no other
 And Roots crew reign official and true, while I'm continuin' to
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 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do
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 Never do
 What they do, what they do, what they do