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[Verse 1: Black Thought] The name of the brother to blame It's quite plain, it's not the rain But a brother who don't claim or aim To be a preacher or ordained I have black thoughts, therefore my name's the same Don't question my ability, in a studio facility As I utilize my God-given utility On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme Of mine, which I design, with wealth of mind Leave MC's blind with amnesia Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar Think twice before you approach Get benched by the coach, like eggs you're poached I wrote murder, so you can say it's Murder He Wrote You think I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the Pope Don't walk when the sign says not to And don't talk when Black Thought's about to When I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play it If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker And utilize the treads on your sneaker Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin' Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened Cause you might have nightmares of MC's bein' slain And I'll be to blame when you go insane
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