Silent... silent... silent... [Verse 1 Black Thought] When I met her, she was physically intact And mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap Qualities that attract a tripleX black Erotic narcotic from the back Amina with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue Then exchanged telephone numbers, later had a few Conversations and vibrations Id acquire From her to set me on fire with Rick James desire Her image inspire visions of under attire And never did she gas me about somethin I should buy her, son As time developed, we grew close to one another She was my sugar sister, I was her chocolate brother So, I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit But shorty wasnt havin it, she said I couldnt stick Its all copacetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it Still, I couldnt forget it, just as if she never said it I contemplated and then concluded she was bluffin I anticipated gettin nothin but The Silent Treatment [Verse 2 Black Thought] Searchin for some type of sexual sabotage To break you out of all your camouflage Apparently, your message is mirage Niggas I know would think about a Dodge But my mentals is charged against the odds Premeditated Ep swung upon the kitchen floor Raisin my temperature with bodily allure Cest mi amor, what? Me a more mature nature I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, yall Intimately addictive, fly chocolate like Thai Cause what Im dealin with can get the whole world high And when brothers is halfsteppin, I get your girl high... But still Amina keeps frontin on my Desire to intertwine, combine and blend thoughts Embedded with the physical force into your source You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be So, why you treatin me silently? [Verse 3 Black Thought] I take it all in moderation, about my lovin situation When patience was a virtue but I wasnt used to waitin I mentioned makin moves without hesitation Im with this physical and mental stimulation, not the perpetration The penetration of the center as I enter Intercourse keepin you warm through winter The source is the wood that wont splinter Enter dimensions of brain tension When Black Thought backbend ya Orgasmic is the music that I send ya, love You know exactly what Im thinkin of On the L train, Im insane Recallin when I met you, got your number and name Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but its a shame We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic But only on a level thats platonic I need a girl thats down for whatever, tryin to keep it real Willin to shed a little light upon her sex appeal But every now and then, its shorty who be packin the steel Shoot em down like she huntin, frontin The Silent Treatment
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