[BlackThought]

One two

Yes, The Roots layin back, real-xin

Coolin out with my man Malik be

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 want to 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 be



[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 be



[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 want to 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

Writer : TARIK COLLINS, AHMIR THOMPSON, SCOTT STORCH, ABDUL-BASSIT SMART, LEONARD HUBBARD,
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS