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I remember stumbling across this song and The Roots when I saw this on Yo MTV Raps. I had heard on loved their track “Distortion To Static,” but I was shocked to hear something like this, and further shocked when I found out that their album “Do You Want More?!!!??!” was their second album.
I was later lucky enough to see them live and free at Tower Records around Lenox when my friend (God rest her soul) a buyer there scheduled their in store performance.
Enjoy!!!

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently,
Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently,

Verse One: BlackThought

Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5’7″
Caramel-complected, body like heaven,
Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince,
Like some s–t from out the flicks we been in love ever since,
She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista,
Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her,
I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit,
But because sex she wasn’t with, she started flippin an’ s—t,
Like, “Listen man, I’m Queen Amina, Amina’s not no freak and,
that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin,’
Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don’t get ya closer,
I dig ya but won’t bone ya because I’m so-called supposed ta,
Most o’ them would, but that couldn’t be me, that’s not my flava,
Go home and think about that, maybe later on I’ll page ya…”
I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin,
Steady pursuin’ screwin,’ getting’ nothin’ but the silent treatment

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently,
Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently baby.

Verse Two: BlackThought

Crazy frustration, about my lovin’ situation,
When patience was a virtue, but I wasn’t used to waitin’
I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside
I slip and slide, my ride’ll keep you occupied, I’d..
love to get wit 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,’
Then sayin I’m more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded,
It’s like I’m blinded by the skinnin,
I’m into women; because of that, this one’s into communication,
Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind,
Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts,
Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted,
… bust it

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently,
Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently,

Verse Three: BlackThought

Well umm
Movin’ right along with the song, plus the strong,
feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine,
Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send,
Ain’t no need to pretend, cause s–t is real til the end,
I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times,
and livin’ trife, while I open ya mind, you’re in my life like love,
it ain’t no way no one can rise above what’s real,
That’s why I’m feelin like you’re makin me bugged
I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain
Heart feelin’ killa pain while I hop the train
Dial her number to the rest, and ain’t no messages left
Regardless, my chest thumps 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, no frontin’ or no guessin,’
Undressin,’ carressin,’ in the span, that I contain in my hand,
could touch and make you say that I’m such a man,
and call my name, so let me set your body aflame,
I’ll never treat you like a dame or run game,
Now who’s to blame?
I know you’re not a hoe for n—az with a lot of dough,
But I just wanted you to know,

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin’ me the silent.. treatment baby
Can’t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently

silently, si-lent-ly


The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.