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The Roots - Do This Well - Silent Treatment (Questions mix)
Do This Well
Disc 1
01. Proceed II
02. Worldwide (London Groove)
03. Silent Treatment (Black Thought’s 87 You & Yours mix)
04. You Got Me (Me Tienes remix)
05. It’s All About You (Not About Me)
06. Distortion to Static (At Ease mix)
07. Take It There (remix)
08. Rafiki (album mix)
09. Silent Treatment (Da Beatminerz mix)
10. Listen to This
11. What You Want
12. Proceed III
13. The Good, the Bad & The Desolate
14. Distortion to Static (Freestyle mix)
15. Break You Off (original version)
Disc 2
01. It’s Comin’
02. Distortion to Static (Ques Jim mix)
03. Proceed (live at the Supper club)
04. New Year’s at Jay Dee’s
05. What They Do (live on Jenny McCarty)
06. Silent Treatment (Street mix)
07. Da Jawn
08. Distortion to Static (Black Thought mix)
09. Burnin’ & Lootin’
10. Proceed II (Butcher mix)
11. Still Out There
12. You Got Me (live on David Letterman)
13. Sprite Commercial
14. Proceed IV (AJ Shine’s w/o a Pause mix)
15. The Lesson, Part 2 (instrumental)
Disc 3
01. The Show
02. Rafiki (Hard mix)
03. The ’Notic
04. Distortion to Static (At Ease Microphone Check mix)
05. Silent Treatment (Kelo’s mix)
06. Proceed II (live on John Stewart)
07. Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa
08. Listen to This (The Roots remix)
09. Adrenaline (live at Woodstock ’99)
10. Distortion to Static (Bob Power Bass mix)
11. Silent Treatment (Questions mix)
12. Y’all Know Who
13. Proceed V (Da Beatminerz remix)
14. You Got Me (original version)
15. The Last Track
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours

First she said all she want is love and affection
Five foot seven, caramel complexion
I met her through the sister of my man Big Mess
And been diggin' her ever since
When this commenced she called me her chocolate brother
And I called her my sugar sister

Coolin' out and puffin' L's with her nigga
That's why I never dissed her

Painted my picture to her
But because sex she wasn't with she started flippin' the script
Like "Listen man, I'm Queen Amina

Amina's not a freakin', that game is weakened
Keep tryin' to hit, I cook with speakin' Tariq
In fact, you bein' black thought don't get you closer
I dig your butt won't bone you because I'm supposed to
Most of them would, but that couldn't be me
That's not my flavor, it's not sweet like that black
I'll catch you later"

I contemplated and then concluded she was bluffin'

Steady pursuin' you and gettin' nothin' but the silent treatment

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours

Crazy frustration about my lover's situation
Patience is a virtue but I wasn't used to waitin'

I need some Marvin Gaye healin', feelin' this real inside
I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied
I'd love to get with it like that
But my baby's kitty cat's capped and locked
Love boat is docked at the shore
And what for? Later for groupies on tour
Why won't my sugar call me no more?
I mean, my queen gets upset rejectin' and sexually neglectin'
Sayin' that I was too complex and closed-minded

It's like I'm blinded by the skin and I'm into women
Because of that, this one's in incommunication
Temptation played the vandal, freakin' my brain
My mind grippin' the handle on physically scandalous acts
Yo, she knew what I wanted but she fronted

Come on and bust it

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours

Yo, movin' right along with the song
And the strong feelings on my mind
Desire to intertwine, combine and blend
Baby, what's the message I sent?

Ain't no need to pretend, it's all real 'til the end
I provide a place to hide from crime
Hard times and livin' trife while I open your mind
You're in my life like love
It ain't no way no one could rise above what's real

That's why I'm feelin' like you're makin' me buck
I puff a L on 50 deuce while I walk in the rain
Heart feelin' killer pain while I hop the train
Dialin' number two to rest and ain't no messages left
Regardless my chest thump from stress, yo it's a mess

I don't know what I got to do to make you understand
I'm for real and that's no question
Frontin' or no guessin', undressin', caressin'
In the span that I contain in my hand
Can touch and make you say that I'm such a man
And call my name, so let me set your body aflame
I never treat you like a dame or run game

Now who's to blame?
I know you're not a ho for dudes with a lot of dough
But I just wanted you to know

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
You ain't yours, you ain't yours
You ain't yours, you ain't yours