The Roots - @15 lyrics

The name of the brother to blame
It's quite plain
It's not the rain but a brother
Who don't claim or aim
To be a preacher or ordained
I have black thoughts
Therefore my name's the same
Don't question my ability
In a studio facility
As I utilize my God-given utility
On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme
Of mine which I design with wealth of mind
Leave MC's blind with amnesia
Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar
Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach
Like eggs you're poached i wrote murder
So you can say it's murder he wrote
You think I'm Hell sent
So you repent to the Pope
Don't walk when the sign says not to
And don't talk when Black Thought's about to
When I say "Maestro" and bro
Starts to play it
If you got a rhyme in your mind
Then don't say it save it for the weaker
Pack your portable speaker
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
Take your sorry crew back
And forget about rappin'
Forget you ever saw me and
Forget this ever happened
Cause you might have nightmares
Of MC's bein' slain
And I'll be to blame when you go insane