Intro (x3): D# F# G# D# Verse 1:

Ho^D#ld up, let me backtrack through the catalogue ^F#The scribbled thoughts of a good for nothing vagabond ^G#Emcees is sheep, I'm a cattle dog ^D#Herd 'em up and convert 'em like digital to analogue From ^D#Sydney to Babylon and back, we on track Tryna ^F#put that food for thought rap back on the map Cause they ^G#hungry for some substance, I've seen in it their faces They ^D#questioning the bargain, wanna know what's the basis See some ^D#people say I think too much So I had a think ^F#about it and I think that they should shut the fuck up If I ^G#knew how to silence all the voices in my head Then I ^D#would, but I can't so I listen to 'em instead And ^D#right now they telling me that I should be Double checking your ^F#pedigree, cause I ain't buying half what you're selling me ^G#Elefant Traks got the rights to the Territory ^D#And ain't a single person yet guessed the recipe So we ^D#back in the kitchen just working on the flavours Go ^F#on and help yourself now, don't be a stranger Go on and ^G#shake what your mama nature gave ya Let me ^D#see you on your baddest behaviour

Chorus:

See when it's ^D#all said and done it's about more than fun Cause there's ^F#still original thought left under the sun ^G#We tryna get your mental moving in sync And I'mma ^D#keep on doin' my think See when it's ^D#all said and done it's about what was said ^F#Girls move your bodies and the fellas nod they heads ^G#We tryna notify your next of kin All my ^D#people keep doin' your think, and raise your voice and sing

Hook (x2):

^D#Na nanana nana na na na ^F#(Na nanana nana na na na) Nana^G#na nanana nana na na na (Nana^D#na nanana nana na na na)

Verse 2:

See there's ^D#music that makes you dance, music that makes you feel No ^F#longer am I sure which one I think is more "real" Cause ^G#if we could 50 Cent all our problems away Then ^D#there'd be nothing left for the thinkers to say But not to^D#day, so we back with some more rhymes Can I ^F#interest anybody in a little bit of thoughtcrime? ^G#If you sick of being taught what to like Hypno^D#tise you, that's why they play it all day and all night So while they ^D#bumping watered down product on the airwaves The ^F#truth ain't getting no airplay Cause it ain't that ^G#catchy, but I'mma get it off the ground like an airplane I'm ^D#flyer than Frank Abagnale, you can't catch me ^D#So fingers crossed that they didn't notice That I had my ^F#fingers crossed when I told 'em that they was the dopest Cause I ^G#wouldn't wanna cause no offence That's why I'm taking pot ^D#shots with my rifle while I'm sitting on the fence Ayo we ^D#drop hot flows, rocking op-shop clothes Probably ^F#catch me out the front a fucking cop shop stoned Deep in ^G#thought, Kid Solo representing Horrorshow And I'm ^D#out like I gots to go (now let's go)

Chorus:

Hook (x2):

^D#Na nanana nana na na na ^F#(Na nanana nana na na na) Nana^G#na nanana nana na na na (Nana^D#na nanana nana na na na)

Outro:

^D#You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^F#I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^G#You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^D#I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^D#You can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^F#I can do it, put some thought into it, c'mon ^G#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^D#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^D#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^F#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^G#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^D#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^D#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^F#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^G#Put some thought into it, put some thought into it ^D#

Horrorshow - Thoughtcrime doin my think