No Alibi

[Intro] If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed Exhibit the truth, because I'm living proof why I had no disguise trying to vocalize [Verse 1: Malik B] Dig it, look into my window, tell me what you see The M-illitant school of philosophy When niggas get dealt wit mental velocity Connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes You represent hypocrisy, it ain't no stopping me Until I fulfill the term of my prophecy My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban Who get grazed by the bullet? Triggers, who's quick to pull it? The anti-bullshitter, Islamic extortioner You're the forfeiter unfortunately Niggas who wanna gyp me; I cause humidity so come and get me I'm simply, the cat to lay back, I chill and watch you The silent ninja, intends to injure, now I got you Sanity was lost so now I'm found insane I'm seeking streets to jeeps; hours, days, to weeks I even speak to geeks, I hold my fortune, it's sweet I'm discreet in the streets, but that's just the way I play though I lay low, but over your head just like a halo Hell's angel, these thoughts you cannot untangle When I drop jewels, niggas, they wear them like a bangle Check it out, one time for your mind like that [Hook x2] If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed Exhibit the truth, because I'm living proof why I had no disguise, no verdicts no alibis [Verse 2: Black Thought] Dig it, look into my window tell me what you see Lieutenant university of philosophy While you not possibly escaping what I'm meditating My shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educating Your dome's resonating, from inhalation of darkness As I spark the smart shit for which you’re waiting Situatin' me at the top of the pile Wild Delaware file, Pennsylvanian, sub-terranean style Step up into my crevice and taste, the medicine of the champagne King like Evelyn leaving you leveled and sabotaged It's all camouflage like the devil and guns And coke peddling, Olympic medaling flashback That of a war veteran blast at The programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back On some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop That swooped down through your roof without sound On a lyrical Nat Turner mission, reacting off of intuition Continuously alert, no intermission If your ears hurt, you shouldn't listen That means you artificial and my style'll poison your brain tissue Gettin' maimed and crippled once the gamma rays hit you My grains habitual and I should never go against The ritual I've been mastering ever since I was among the flavored youth, remain sharper than a saber tooth My deliverance is self-evident Vital, lyrical science (now) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Black Thought] Who knows what you snorted? Or who support what you recording? But don't get it distorted, in this orbit you're aborting This authentic sort of shit's imported, exported Styles, they get sported my paragraphs aortic Behold, the illest medley lock you in the choke hold Illadel epilogue, top league plus plush in Vogue Slice tongues from your area code Student of life, that's on the rugged exterior mode Blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine I walk the thin line and hold mine, let the people respond It's mind detect mind, swine decline let the power refine Build like it's 1999 In this day and time, the reptilian rooms, the sextillion tons Your Armageddon gwan come from the sun Untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some To overstand, so y'all sit back and wonder damn I like to take this time to show you who I am Original man, Black Thought, a.k.a. lieutenant Malik B'll be the M-illitant Known to vanish in the atmosphere We up there like the stratus [Hook x2]