Released: August 29, 2006

Featuring: Malik B Dice Raw

Songwriter: Black Thought Malik B Dice Raw ?uestlove Kamal Gray Richard Nichols Leonard “Hub” Hubbard Frank “Knuckles” Walker Captain Kirk Douglas

Producer: Pedro Martinez Owen Biddle Brook D’Leau Richard Nichols

[Hook: Black Thought]
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come"
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come, yo"

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Uh, I'm soul brother one hundred
How much charisma could another one stomach?
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
Or wise, if I come outside, I'm not running
Stone lone wolf of the pack, the unwanted
I really got nothin to hide, I'm 'bout cuttin
Go out in a blaze, wouldn't pop one button
I'ma murk, half hurt, leave the cop dogs huntin
The pretty black one in the group, the smooth villain
Under fire cause I'm pennin the words that move millions
Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance
It's a new bad moon on the rise, who feelin it
New true skill in it y'all, The Roots still in it
Ready plus willin, it's all the true killer shit
You know we got 'em involved, we too diligent
They say the music is strong and too militant

[Hook: Black Thought]
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come, yo"

[Verse 2: Dice Raw]
Black Inc, raw life in this what-you-might-call-it
Weed smokin junkie alcoholic
One foot in the grave, one foot in the toilet
Still I'm onstage, in front of an audience
Disturbing the peace, and the local ordinance
This pimp shit popping, I need coordinates
My ETA, I'll arrive by morning
Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning
Vampire chicks suck blood, dusk to dawn and
Waitin to catch me sleep but I'm not yawnin
They in the VIP, at the Garden
They gon jump me when I stop performing
I got something for them behind the organ
I always roll deep with my squadron
The sheriff out front gon' sic the dogs in
That nigga talkin 'bout he got warrants

[Hook: Black Thought]
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come"

[Verse 3: Malik B]
I'm in the darkness, heartless, fuck you regardless
Move with hardness, y'all just pressin charges
It's often injury, floss and force my entry
This peninitentiary, knockin' up niggas for centuries
It's elementary like KRS and evidently
Incidents they all stress, I'm lawless
That's my problem, evolve and never solve them
Chill in Harlem, bang you, bring you stardom
You full of boredom, bastard, you been aborted
Bring your neck out, bring the tec' out, absorb it
See you check out, and then step out the orbit
Blow your flesh out 'til I'm fresh out my torment
Street apostle, pop shit, preach the gospel
Still I'm hostile, sippin' a duece when possible
Turn into a monster, grouchy, gimme the Oscar
Hit you like vodka, then screech off in a Mazda

[Hook: Black Thought]
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come"
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come, yo"

The Roots

The world’s premiere hip-hop band, The Roots were formed in Philadelphia in 1987 by MC Tariq “Black Thought” Trotter and drummer and bandleader Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson. Since those early days, the band has weathered changes in personnel and record labels while performing hundreds of shows a year and releasing a string of well-regarded (if not always top-selling) albums.

While the musicianship of Thompson and the other band members, as well as their seemingly limitless repertoire, gets most of the attention, real hip-hop fans know that the rapping skills of Black Thought (along with former group member Malik B.) are the group’s hidden weapon. Thought, one of the few MCs brave enough to go toe to toe with Big Pun, handles any groove the band throws at him with aplomb, style, and flash.

Today, The Roots are seen by millions every night as the house band on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, a move that has given the group the chance to indulge its not-insignificant comic side.