Thoughtcrime (Doin' My Think)

[Solo] Hold up, let me backtrack through the catalogue The scribbled thoughts of a good for nothing vagabond Emcees is sheep, I'm a cattle dog Herd 'em up and convert 'em like digital to analogue From Sydney to Babylon and back, we on track Tryna put that food for thought rap back on the map Cause they hungry for some substance, I've seen in it their faces They questioning the bargain, wanna know what's the basis See some people say I think too much So I had a think about it and I think that they should shut the fuck up If I knew how to silence all the voices in my head Then I would, but I can't so I listen to 'em instead And right now they telling me that I should be double checking your pedigree Cause I ain't buying half what you're selling me Elefant Traks got the rights to the Territory And ain't a single person yet guessed the recipe So we back in the kitchen just working on the flavours Go on and help yourself now, don't be a stranger Go on and shake what your mama nature gave ya Let me see you on your baddest behaviour [Hook] See when it's all said and done it's about more than fun Cause there's still original thought left under the sun We tryna get your mental moving in sync And I'mma keep on doin' my think See when it's all said and done it's about what was said Girls move your bodies and the fellas nod they heads We tryna notify your next of kin All my people keep doin' your think And raise your voice and sing [Solo] See there's music that makes you dance, music that makes you feel No longer am I sure which one I think is more "real" Cause if we could 50 Cent all our problems away There'd be nothing left for the thinkers to say But not today, so we back with some more rhymes Can I interest anybody in a little bit of thoughtcrime? If you sick of being taught what to like Hypnotise you, that's why they play it all day and all night So while they bumping watered down product on the airwaves The truth ain't getting no airplay cause it ain't that catchy But I'mma get it off the ground like an airplane I'm flyer than Frank Abagnale, you can't +catch me+ So fingers crossed that they didn't notice that I had my fingers crossed When I told 'em that they was the dopest Cause I wouldn't wanna cause no offence That's why I'm taking pot shots with my rifle while I'm sitting on the fence Ayo we drop hot flows, rocking op-shop clothes Probably catch me out the front a fucking cop shop stoned Deep in thought, Kid Solo representing Horrorshow And I'm out like I gots to go (now let's go) [Hook] [Solo] You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon Put some thought into it {*repeat to end*}