Silent...silent... (Black Thought) When I met her she was physically intact Mentally apt to adapt to whatever rap Qualities that attract a triple-X black Erotic narcotic from the back I mean her with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenue Then exchange telephone numbers at a few Conversations and vibrations I'd 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 something I should buy her, son It's time the fella 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 wasn't having it, she said I couldn't stick It's all copastetic, the Black Thought could never sweat it Still I could never forget it, just as if she never said it I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffing I anticipated getting nothing but the silent treatment Searching for some type of sexual sabatoge To break you out of all your camaflouge 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 Raising my temperature with bodily allure Cae mi amor, what? Be a more mature nature I let you know exactly why they call me Black Thought, y'all Enter me addictive, fly chocolate like Thai Cause what I'm dealing with can get the whole world high And when brothers is half-stepping I get your girl high But still Amina keeps froning on my As I enter to intertwine, combine, and blend thoughts Inbedded with the physical force into your source You see exactly what I want the rhythm to be So why you treating me silently? I take it all in moderation, about my loving situation With patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting I mentioned making moves without hesitation I want this physical and mental stimulation not the perpetration The penetration of the center as I enter Intercourse keeping you warm through winter The source is the word that won't splinter Enter dimentions of brain tension when Black Thought back ninja Orgasmic is the music that I send you, love You know exactly what I'm thinking of, on the L train I'm insane Recalling when I met you, got your number and name Wanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shame We could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronic But only on a level that's platonic I need a girl that's down forever trying to keep it real But to shead a little light on her sex appeal But every now and then it's a shorty who be packing the steel Shoot 'em down like she hunt me, fronting, the silent treatment