Double Trouble

[Hook: Black Thought & Mos Def] We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow Either stand tall, or just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down (Runnin one-on-one, the only hip-hop band) Yo Tariq (Whassup?) How your microphone sound? (It sound tight) Well aight, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget We double (Trouble) bubble (Bubble) bubble, bubblin' hot [Verse 1: Black Thought, Mos Def & Both] Well it's like, smack the track up and leave dents in it The vocalist, busting this blunt, instrument spit The magnificent, rappers run from it All fly girls' nipples and toes numb from it MC's in my circumference, is confronted son Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it Ayo, I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it Rock mics so nice, I make you stock price plummet All you high noon riders better rally at the summit It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered Cross the membrane, barking big game and get hunted Eye witness account, say it happened so sudden Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th You better get your rest cause the next day comin Oh yes, and MCs, they scared to say sum'tin Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken Ayo, keep your tape rolling so you catch every bar Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star Illadelph and Vietnam, we conference, accomplish Even with stakes inclined, I get mine regardless Yo, a lot of Smurfette MCs carry purses And rock uniforms that's made for nurses I burst your verses, your words is worthless Only touching surface, the fuck's the purpose? I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury So mounties in the county got a big bounty stressin me But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry [Hook: Black Thought & Mos Def] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Yo Tariq (Whassup?) How your microphone sound? (It sound tight) Well aight, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget We double (Trouble) bubble (Bubble) bubble, bubblin' hot [Verse 2: Mos Def & Black Thought] Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These gassed-up niggas just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze to choke hold your piston Now you niggas can't make pole position Class E chassis can't hold the transmission Crew pit useless, they got they tools missing Watch me, Grand Prix, champy for wealth driven Yo, you go one for my hustle (Ha!) two to rock rhyme From the muscle kid I'm one of the illest of all time I swing from chandeliers and wall climb And specialize in warfares of all kind A lot of MCs said I'm a run it down rhyme But half the time, they running down one of mine Thought suffocating 'em with yet another stunning line You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized Melt down all of your artificial lies Y'all niggas is faker than Yellow No. 5 Swine like mono and diglyceride My vocals got texture, you just texturized I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get flown like fly By the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die Yo, me and Kamal and Leonard Hubbard, Questlove and Malik We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubbling Me and Dante like Marvin, the trouble men travelling Give me the mic, we on that again B-boy business, off the top acting and battling Serving them cats that forgot But don't get too close because you might get shot [Hook: Black Thought & Mos Def] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Yo Tariq (Whassup?) How your microphone sound? (It sound tight) Well aight, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget We double (Trouble) bubble (Bubble) bubble, bubblin' hot We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Went from Do You Want More?!??!! to what you want now? Yo Tariq (Whattup?) Well how your microphone sound? (It sound tight) Well aight, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget We double (Trouble) bubble (Bubble) bubble, bubblin' hot [Outro: Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They taking total control, of the body and brain Flying high in the sky on a lyrical plane It's just two bad brothers who will never quit Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th They rock beginning to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot then baby tell 'em again It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat The Roots crew baby, yo, we got to make it unique We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse Rhymes we say, the perfect blend Because we know how to rock when the beat come in Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen Here we go, here we, here we, here we go Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Two years ago, a friend of mine Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen Zen zen zen zen zen zen zen And these are the zen zen zen zen