| Song | Meiso |
| Artist | DJ Krush |
| Artist | Black Thought |
| Artist | Malik B. |
| Album | Meiso |
| 作词 : B., Black Thought, Dj Krush | |
| Yin for yang I walk on a line | |
| Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind | |
| Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents | |
| As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense | |
| From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough | |
| Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon | |
| Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine | |
| I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real | |
| and what's illus-ion | |
| I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted | |
| As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet | |
| Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul | |
| Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven | |
| In this continual maze, where night fight with days | |
| Within my mind marijuan blaze | |
| And some say I should change my ways | |
| But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze | |
| Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate | |
| It's the great lab dwella | |
| Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer | |
| The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor | |
| Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder | |
| Phila 5th Dynasty's the future | |
| And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots | |
| We get ya renascence loosa | |
| Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and | |
| mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high | |
| My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black | |
| Yo Krush, where's it at?!!!??! | |
| Malik B : | |
| The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift | |
| The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff | |
| Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list | |
| Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused | |
| You would think it was the Fourth of July | |
| Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky | |
| Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty | |
| Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy | |
| Bimbos talking about where's the indo? | |
| Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window | |
| To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left | |
| I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it | |
| But perserverence is a virtue | |
| The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you | |
| Ya celly might jerk too | |
| Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned | |
| But I'm a rebel to the system so I might not be coming | |
| So if I fail, man just get up the bail | |
| It's just more time to write another story to tell | |
| Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B | |
| fuck up their-re-le-vance | |
| We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust | |
| Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I'll bust | |
| Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust | |
| With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss |
| zuò cí : B., Black Thought, Dj Krush | |
| Yin for yang I walk on a line | |
| Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind | |
| Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents | |
| As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense | |
| From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough | |
| Some lick shots with sound, some' ll bust from the cannon | |
| Experts original man' ll examine | |
| I am in fact lacking confusion, as to what' s real | |
| and what' s illusion | |
| I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted | |
| As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet | |
| Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul | |
| Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven | |
| In this continual maze, where night fight with days | |
| Within my mind marijuan blaze | |
| And some say I should change my ways | |
| But it' s hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze | |
| Thought' s style will never since or never cease to excellarate | |
| It' s the great lab dwella | |
| Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer | |
| The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor | |
| Respect to the exLex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder | |
| Phila 5th Dynasty' s the future | |
| And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots | |
| We get ya renascence loosa | |
| Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and | |
| mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high | |
| My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought' s Black | |
| Yo Krush, where' s it at?!!!??! | |
| Malik B : | |
| The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift | |
| The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff | |
| Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list | |
| Man that' s bogus, let' s try to stay focused | |
| You would think it was the Fourth of July | |
| Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky | |
| Why? Don' t ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty | |
| Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy | |
| Bimbos talking about where' s the indo? | |
| Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window | |
| To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left | |
| I' m trying to make it, cause if I don' t I' ll probably take it | |
| But perserverence is a virtue | |
| The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you | |
| Ya celly might jerk too | |
| Perhaps I' ll go to court this time when I' m summoned | |
| But I' m a rebel to the system so I might not be coming | |
| So if I fail, man just get up the bail | |
| It' s just more time to write another story to tell | |
| Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B | |
| fuck up theirrelevance | |
| We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust | |
| Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I' ll bust | |
| Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust | |
| With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss |