Illadelph Halflife

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br><br>[Verse One]<br>Yo, yo<br>Lost generation, fast paced nation<br>World population confront they frustration<br>The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken<br>It`s all contractual and about money makin<br>Pretend-to-be cats don`t seem to know they limitation<br>Exact replication and false representation<br>You wanna be a man, then stand your own<br>To MC requires skills, I demand some shown<br>I let the frauds keep frontin<br>And roam like a celluar phone far from home<br>Givin crowds what they wantin<br>Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin<br>Keepin ya party jumpin with an original somethin<br>Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al<br>No imagination, excuse for perpetration<br>My man came over and said, "Yo we thought we heard you"<br>Joke`s on you; you heard a bitin-ass crew but um..<br><br>[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>Thin is the line that run between love and hatred<br>The game is ill-natured, it`s nothing sacred<br>Aiyyo, it`s funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it<br>A few`ll blow up, or go as far as they can take it<br>My nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party live<br>I`m Black Thought, used to rap for sport<br>Now the rhymes sayin rent payin life support<br>I take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustry<br>It`s various crews that try to touch me<br>But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly <br>Around the world crowds love me, from doin tours<br>Recepient of applause from all of you and yours<br>Creator of original sounds to send to stores<br>you take home, to absorb and sweat it out your pores<br>Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins<br>Infinitely go against the grain, that`s why my motto`s to..<br><br>[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Livin the life of limos and lights<br>Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights<br>Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks<br>And my mental thick to hit my head like brick<br>As I embark on a mission welcomin to the dark<br>When I first spark the arts, when the listenin start<br>Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside<br>My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi<br>I`ve dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy<br>Mentality undetectable by the naked eye<br>Then I get paid when the record is played<br>To put it short "I want it made" like Ed, nuff said<br>Then after that, I`m puttin on my cousin Hamed<br>We let the ladies blend with the darkskin thoroughbred<br>and discover, my level is that of no other<br>And Roots crew reign offical and true while I`m continuin to..<br><br>[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br>Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...