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Thought @ Work

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Thought @ Work foi lançado em 26 de novembro de 2002 por Geffen como parte do álbum Phrenology

Informações da música

ÁlbumPhrenology

Data de lançamento26 de novembro de 2002

SeloGeffen

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM110

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Black Thought

Vocais

Jef Lee Johnson

Jef Lee Johnson

Violão

Kamal Gray

Teclados

Leonard Hubbard

Leonard Hubbard

Baixo

Questlove

Bateria

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

James Gray

Composição

Leonard Hubbard

Leonard Hubbard

Composição

Benjamin Kenney

Benjamin Kenney

Composição

Ahmir Thompson

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Questlove

Produção

Ahmir Thompson

Engenharia (mixagem)

Gordon Gass

Engenharia (gravação)

Vince Dilorenzo

Vince Dilorenzo

Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Ray Wilson

Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Russell "The Dragon" Elevado

Russell "The Dragon" Elevado

Engenharia (mixagem)

Steef Van De Gevel

Steef Van De Gevel

Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Jon Adler

Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Engenharia (masterização)

Tom Coyne

Engenharia (masterização)

Jon Smeltz

Engenharia (gravação)

Steve Mandell

Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Letra

[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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