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Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix It's Bob Powers With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five Foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights Ridin in, like lightning Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, ally Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly Money makin move fakin I isn't Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song It's goin, it's goin, it's gone Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple People, there's no equal, or no sequel SO policies, of equalities, get abolished Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin polished Urges of splurge and words will just be merged Together, damn it's quite clever, however You never, can sound alike, s don't be poundin like These, troops, who be's, Roots Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra I make MC's dangle like a bangle Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex Now you wonder what's next... |
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One two Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin Coolin out with my man Malik B we call him Sla-xon YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure Aiyyo bust it We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip We gon' set it like this Yo check it Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it's the cause of that "Oh shit!" The skits I kick, flows like catfish and got many emcees on the blacklist I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach offender wanna go like Meshach, Black Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand of my mellow my man, Malik B Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh.. WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy) Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now Next contender, Malik's the axe offender Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats Put him in a quote, when he croaks They sayin -- isn't it, is it the negro that did it? Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit' I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms (And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms Capture, was to, whack ya Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM for my mellow my man: BlackThought The way we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow my man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man No no we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound when Thoughts pound and brown's, my complexion section Southern my brother-in is Jex, I sweats no sex, cause this kid gets grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed when your heart spit up, dip dup damn Yo I lost it but -- -- back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your homeboys I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around I was lost but was found, now I gets down from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can to my mellow my man, Malik B WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh) Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em Negroes know we be furrow to my borough cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald Too strong to be sterile So I impregnates the greats (say what?) Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust them even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices I won't smirk, cause my name's not Urkel The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain't shhhThat was a curse, but I divide it in half Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the wrath of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome and then we cap, YOU It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check for my mellow my manThe way we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow my man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man No no we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man I think it's for my mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man For Scott Storch, my mellow my man Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man Gotta end |
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