[Chorus x3: Black Thought]

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Just think, what if you could just..

Just blink yourself away?

Just think, what if you could just..

Just blink yourself away?

Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay

I be the 5-foot-7

Residin' at the Mecca rest address in South section

Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass back in '86

Easy with the chicks, I was a chocolate boy

Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella

Walked the mega-trife streets to the subway where I lay

'Til the train stopped, then a nigga hopped (Hopped)

Used to do the pop dance to the Planet Rock

At the block party, everybody jocked, "Who, me?!"

It's the MC sucka niggas envy

I got my contract in 1993, and I shall proceed

[Chorus: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

I wake up early in the mornin', I mean early afternoon

Break a lyrical hymn of the stim' like boom

I'm fly and when I die, yo, put this shit up on my tomb

That nigga represented on the 28th of June

I'm representin' Philly on the 28th of June

I can make you feel that I'm a surreal cartoon

With my pistol in the face of Hip-Hop, stickin' for papes

Because I'm on a paper chase (Say what?)

I'm on a paper chase, my Timberlands are fully laced

I be the Mr. Boogeyman

With records from 125th to Japan

I let 'em play like Donny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand

Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man

My niggas is my niggas, and she didn't understand

I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan

Just think, just think, what?

What if you could just, just blink, what? Blink yourself away

As I proceed

[Chorus: Black Thought]

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall (I shall) proceed (Proceed)

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

[Bridge: Black Thought & Malik B]

Malik B, get on the mic, a-yo, it's too much on my mind

Say what?!

Malik, get on the mic, there's too much on my mind

[Verse 3: Malik B]

Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme

Fuckin' with The Roots, you know them niggas is a dime

I can make a 100-yard line start to dash

I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash

I can make Conan and the Titans clash

And I could make Metallica and Guns N' Roses thrash

Used to smash, crash parties like I was disturbed

Used to make plots against the herringbone herb

But now, all I do — disperse the verb

And like a nerd, I can make you say, "He's superb!"

Worded perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret

I move styles like bowels, so now you know I'm worth it

Direct from Philly, the land where niggas scheme

So you know I got that sheen in my gleam

[Chorus: Black Thought]

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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

I shall proceed (Proceed)

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