Don't walk when the sign says not to
Get benched by the coach like exit post
Which I design, with what? The mind
You think I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the Pope
And don't talk when Black Thought's about to
As I utilize my God-given utility
When I say, “Maestro” and bro starts to play it
To be a preacher or ordained
But a brother who don't claim or aim
Think twice before you approach
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme of mine
Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar
Don't question my ability, in a studio facility
Take your sorry crew back an' forget about rappin'
Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker
I wrote murder, so you can say it's Murder He Wrote
'Cause you might have nightmares of MCs bein' slain
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it
I have Black Thoughts, therefore my name's the same
Leave MC's blind with amnesia
