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Thought @ Work
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Thought @ Work은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2002년 11월 26일일에 Geffen에서 발매되었습니다.Phrenology
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발매일2002년 11월 26일
라벨Geffen
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM110

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Black Thought
Black Thought
보컬
Jef Lee Johnson
Jef Lee Johnson
기타
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
건반
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
베이스
아미르 칼리브 '퀘스트러브'
아미르 칼리브 '퀘스트러브'
드럼
작곡 및 작사
제임스 그레이
작사가 겸 작곡가
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
작사가 겸 작곡가
Benjamin Kenney
Benjamin Kenney
작사가 겸 작곡가
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
아미르 칼리브 '퀘스트러브'
아미르 칼리브 '퀘스트러브'
프로듀서
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
믹싱 엔지니어
Gordon Gass
Gordon Gass
녹음 엔지니어
Vince Dilorenzo
Vince Dilorenzo
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Russell "The Dragon" Elevado
Russell "The Dragon" Elevado
믹싱 엔지니어
Steef Van De Gevel
Steef Van De Gevel
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Jon Adler
Jon Adler
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
마스터링 엔지니어
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
마스터링 엔지니어
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
녹음 엔지니어
Steve Mandell
Steve Mandell
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And roll out with a **** slumped on it
You see Black fall back, son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal, no insurance
[Verse 2]
We like DEA servin' warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So everybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo, where the safe, Money, unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banneker Bay with the Al Moroccan
Black Thought in all capitals like the sovereign
Girls, get your eyes back up out the sockets
[Verse 3]
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
We're the movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard, we got 'em worldwide usin' 'em
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo, ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit, your soul absorb it
[Verse 4]
A real raw **** won't fold or forfeit
A thoroughbred gon' enforce it
Tariq, where the beats at?
And where the people out their seats at?
For what? 'Cause y'all on it
I'm like Aquaman and Brown Hornet
I'm like Imhotep, but don't flaunt it
Dawg, reintroducin' master thespian
Ho-telling-est, illin-est, MCing
[Verse 5]
Fuck getting money for real, get freedom
Black on the grind from a.m. to the p.m.
Splash up, crash up the X5 BM
Motive entertainment, the Philly mob we in
Weak hearts, yo, we not them
What up, ****? T3 **** Baatin
When the M-Ill get home, we gon' win
First thing to fall is cats with no chin
[Verse 6]
The mic that Black hold remain smokin'
And ladies up in the place is wide open
For real, you know what I'm talkin' about?
Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket, check it out
[Verse 7]
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up
Check it out, yo
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this shit, this joint's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, y'all **** know what's up
[Verse 8]
Yo, here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped, huh
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug, not really, is the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap, huh
Wanna pack, can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
[Verse 9]
Meanwhile, I'm outstanding, and I'm outspoken
Wild out, take fools out without jokin'
If I run out of shots, I'm goin' out pokin'
On a date with sis, we goin' out strokin'
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house, if you're ready to bounce
We can go to the flat, then get tantric
[Verse 10]
Yeah, you pronounce the name, Tariq, any questions?
Street hip-hop, I bring forth the essence
You see us pulling up five deep
With nothing but dimes inside of my Jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP, cocksucker prick
Suck a dick, I'm a floss for the fuck of it
Girls say the bro Black be on some other shit
**** talk like you work for the government
[Verse 11]
My word's worth like Barnes & Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name, I'ma bomb your local
Neighborness, for a ten-mile radius
Well, every ghetto cravin' this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the crown when I finesse the sound?
Here come the controller
[Verse 12]
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up
Check it out, yo
You feel this joint soon as they throw it on, yo
You feel this joint, this shit's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, it's time to show it off, you got it going on
Y'all **** know what's up
[Verse 13]
Move with it, work with it, fuck with it, work it out, come on
Move with it, work with it, fuck with it, work it out, come on
Written by: Benjamin Kenney, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Questlove
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