The Roots - @ 15 Lyrics

[Verse: Black Thought]The name of the brother to blame, it's quite plainIt's not the rain but a brother who don't claim or aimTo be a preacher or ordainedI have black thoughts, therefore my name's the sameDon't question my ability, in a studio facilityAs I utilize my God-given utilityOn time, I get behind and push along a rhymeOf mine which I design with wealth of mindLeave MC's blind with amnesiaChop 'em into salad and my name ain't CaesarThink twice before you approachGet benched by the coach, like eggs you're poachedI wrote murder, so you can say it's murder he wroteYou think I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the PopeDon't walk when the sign says not toAnd don't talk when Black Thought's about toWhen I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play itIf you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say itSave it for the weaker, pack your portable speakerAnd utilize the treads on your sneakerTake your sorry crew back and forget about rappin'Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happenedCause you might have nightmares of MC's bein' slainAnd I'll be to blame when you go insane