[Intro: Black Thought]

Rock on to the break of dawn, freak on to the early morn'

Kadafi and Soufon, you got it goin' on

To my man Big Sean, you got it goin' on

Now, yo, you got The Roots in the house

We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin' lovely

With ya ears, now proceed

It's flavor you wouldn't believe, as we proceed

[Hook x2: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)

And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)

[Verse 1: Malik B]

Let's kill all the small talk and just elaborate

The Roots collaborate, I say myself as rather great

How the words generate

Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate

As if in the course flow with intensive force

You best to go and check your source about my textual chords

Simplicit, yo, it sounds complex, you might miss it

But after you critique it, you can kiss it

I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics

When I identify, niggas simplify, you'll feel no sympath-y

My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion

I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin'

My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin'

Gosh! These MC's I wash more than detergent

I can split the Red Sea when deadly

Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed

[Hook x2: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)

And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)

[Verse 2: Bahamadia]

Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly

Brand new, funk doobie

Coosy with the tactics when I gets Raw, like Dice

Nice with the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??! of the Organix

Pure eargasmatic, from Distortion to Statics

Automatic, systematic, I'm nasty at it

So hand me the five microphones like you did Illmatic

One Time 4 the Mind

Rhyme be comin' from a Illadelph state of mind

The World Is Mine, whole or Halftime

All the time, and I shall proceed

I'm movin' on, baby, I shall proceed

To remain on point like an infrared beam

Succeed in chasin' out the ultraviolet dreams

No Mas like Shorty, 'cause it's all about C.R.E.A.M

[Hook x2: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)

And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)

[Verse 3: Black Thought]

Black and handsome, holdin' MC's for ransom

Thoughts command some, is this a Phantom?

Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled

I hit ya from the most bizarre angle

Rectangular visions of papes my mind conceive

Motivatin' me to achieve, thus, I must proceed

When I ride the train, traumatized to maintain

When laid back, the tracks can relax the brain

I got to deal with everythin' on this intelligent plain

Servin' as a killer to the pain, I live a High Life like Miller

Me and the mic's mechanized

Respect, recognize — Luqman beyond wise

Limitless when I bless the mic with speak, dialect never weak

Y'all niggas know Tariq from 7th & Snyder Ave

Got the flavor you need, for your ingredients, indeed

So to the lead, I shall proceed

[Hook x4: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed)

And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic)