Songtexte Thoughtcrime (Doin' My Think) - Horrorshow
[Solo:]
Hold
up,
let
me
backtrack
through
the
catalogue*
The
scribbled
thoughts
of
a
good
for
nothing
vagabond
Emcees
is
sheep,
I'm
a
cattle
dog
Herd
'em
up
and
convert
'em
like
digital
to
analogue
From
Sydney
to
Babylon
and
back,
we
on
track
Tryna
put
that
food
for
thought
rap
back
on
the
map
Cause
they
hungry
for
some
substance,
I've
seen
in
it
their
faces
They
questioning
the
bargain,
wanna
know
what's
the
basis
See
some
people
say
I
think
too
much
So
I
had
a
think
about
it
and
I
think
that
they
should
shut
the
fuck
up
If
I
knew
how
to
silence
all
the
voices
in
my
head
then
I
would,
but
I
can't
so
I
listen
to
'em
instead
And
right
now
they
telling
me
that
I
should
be
double
checking
your
pedigree
Cause
I
ain't
buying
half
what
you're
selling
me
Elefant
Traks
got
the
rights
to
the
Territory
and
ain't
a
single
person
yet
guessed
the
recipe
So
we
back
in
the
kitchen
just
working
on
the
flavours
Go
on
and
help
yourself
now,
don't
be
a
stranger
Go
on
and
shake
what
your
mama
nature
gave
ya
Let
me
see
you
on
your
baddest
behaviour
[Chorus:]
See
when
it's
all
said
and
done
it's
about
more
than
fun
Cause
there's
still
original
thought
left
under
the
sun
We
tryna
get
your
mental
moving
in
sync
And
I'ma
keep
on
doin'
my
think
See
when
it's
all
said
and
done
it's
about
what
was
said
Girls
move
your
bodies
and
the
fellas
nod
they
heads
We
tryna
notify
your
next
of
kin
All
my
people
keep
doin'
your
think
And
raise
your
voice
and
sing
[Solo;]
See
there's
music
that
makes
you
dance,
music
that
makes
you
feel
No
longer
am
I
sure
which
one
I
think
is
more
"real"
Cause
if
we
could
50
Cent
all
our
problems
away
There'd
be
nothing
left
for
the
thinkers
to
say
But
not
today,
so
we
back
with
some
more
rhymes
Can
I
interest
anybody
in
a
little
bit
of
thoughtcrime?
If
you
sick
of
being
taught
what
to
like
Hypnotise
you,
that's
why
they
play
it
all
day
and
all
night
So
while
they
bumping
watered
down
product
on
the
airways
The
truth
ain't
getting
no
airplay
cause
it
ain't
that
catchy
But
I'ma
get
it
off
the
ground
like
an
airplane
I'm
flyer
than
Frank
Abagnale,
you
can't
+catch
me+
So
fingers
crossed
that
they
didn't
notice
that
I
had
my
fingers
crossed
When
I
told
'em
that
they
was
the
dopest
Cause
I
wouldn't
wanna
cause
no
offence
That's
why
I'm
taking
pot
shots
with
my
rifle
while
I'm
sitting
on
the
fence
Ayo
we
drop
hot
flows,
rocking
op-shop
clothes
Probably
catch
me
out
the
front
a
fucking
cop
shop
stoned
Deep
in
thought,
Kid
Solo
representing
Horrorshow
And
I'm
out
like
I
gots
to
go
(now
let's
go)
[Repeat
Chorus:]
[Solo:]
You
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
I
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
You
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
I
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
You
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
I
can
do
it,
put
some
thought
into
it,
c'mon
Put
some
thought
into
it
{*repeat
to
end*}

1 In
2 The Show
3 Thoughtcrime (Doin' My Think)
4 Truth Be Told
5 Inside Story
6 Nothing To Be Done (Interlude)
7 The Rain
8 In My Haze
9 She
10 Itchy Feet
11 Neighbourhood Hit
12 Found
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