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