Riot

[Adlib: THURZ] L.A. to Illadelf' [Verse 1: Black Thought] I said, lo and behold black information overload I walk around in a trance, Paul Oakenfold The one that used to be the lowest on the totem pole I reconstructed my goals and left a broken mold Then set sights on the open road And hit up anywhere and everywhere, that real shit is born in soul The game got me on an honor roll That mean whenever speaking my name begin it with The Honorable T-A-R, one 'I' like a monocle 'Q', I bring the riot through and laugh like it's comical, boy Shit, I beat ya' ass like a mama do Smoking catatonic chronic, out in Bonnaroo I'm psychological, so jump like Geronimo Get your fucking ass knocked down like a domino Yo, I don't work then I won't eat No, I don't Facebook and I don't tweet Ya'll mother fuckers out of control, like O.C Taking a loss on the chin, like a goatee Me? I'm kind of like a cellar door, low key Used to mix bottles of Champale with O.E I'm Aristotle I can't fail, I'm O.G I came through to get free like no fee Yo, they got me on the pedestal, trophy Got 'em saying, damn 'Riq cheating like adultery Sycamore, sitting on paper like upholstery Noam Chomsky, on the organized rhyme-spree To battle me would be a borderline robbery And that's what it is, I'm Jimbrowski In certain circles, call me the Big Lebowski Ya'll Steve Urkels better find out about me [Verse 2: Thurz] Look, I been telling niggas I'm a terrorist A biopsy might show you where the weapon is Remove my brain, the bomb might self-destruct Nuclear meltdown, Japan times ten - we all fucked I'm uncut, Peruvian Coked up, hydrochloride my fan base doped up Lames duckin', chickens cluckin' you hemmed up [?] [?] tailoring the city like black Chucks This is the score to the riot, got heart in ya' Too many rappers in the closet like Narnia With the anal raps, all of them is fucking ass The whole world on fire is the forecast And suckers telling me you ought to take deep cover Niggas wanna leave me like I'm sexin' Jesus' mom Holy motherfucker Kill the best member 'pon your team and his mom need a plumber Delonte West motherfucker, but 'F' that Reaching for some higher goals, higher places gotta take the higher road To the dream, a 5'9" Olajuwon, kid Cut that dead weight so a nigga can live Refined like wine, take a sip and wake up from the hangover Watch how I define The game of Wilt Chamberlain and Kobe on the track I might resurrect and probably bring Chick Hearn back To commentate about this legendary shit Commemorate me, at the funeral, play this I swear, I'm on my Peter Parker tip Mutated to a superhero like a spider bit My ass, and now I'm spinning webs around your clique Spider Man, tighter than your loose flow Putting work in like Mexicans in front of the Home Depot Look, this is the Molotov cocktail We burn it down like demons ran out of hell This is the riot with the bars, no taking L's