"Look, my eyes open ‘cause I'm really a
rocksmith
And when inviting my thoughts, I'm really unboxin'
My main adversary in this silly concoction
Freeze your face like bosilium toxin
If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
The Jones is the richest since dismissin' the Johnson's
If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice
It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
I'm overseeing anything within my circumference
This ain't a press junket, I ain't seekin' responses
I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John
Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your
rhyme's adopted
If it don't feel right, then stop it, you nahmsayin'?"
- "Don't Feel Right" off of Game Theory!
Black Thought > your favorite MC
