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from Dj Krush - 漸 (2001)
(feat. Black Thought)
Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don You wasn't payin attention I'm henchin to hit the entrance Trenchin it was no means to intervention A dollar bill would make a hundred ten yen, son How much you willing ta sacrifice ta win, huh? I personally I paid mines And then some climbed up an inch bit at a time Now who's the zen one If not self whom else can you depend on? Friends gonna say it's alright and probably they been wrong I got them battlefield dents in my armor A twitch from the drama The trees and bad karma But still I'm precision, proceedure performer We operate every night, and leave in the morning Ta getchoo high as a kyte's the reason you want it It's like a direct flight from freezin ta burnin hot shit The audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel locked in position It got to be my man, the turntable tactician You all at hush cause I ain't try to listen You wanna feel its realness, the Rik's spittin It gotcha head split your eyes can't stop twitchin The only thing that you can do is rock the rythm Don't put em down Cause see the world we're at now See me lickin rhymes, rappin like a five of rounds And a you now ain't true to find the zenfinite sound and a The revolution poppin off right now I make you rase your fist, raisin up right Raise your fist that busted the flag like blahhh The f**k boy nigga's trying ta keep it on the hush But Black Thought spittin cause the people want a rush your feel It's what the audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix lie... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, I got the renissance, turn of the century Choked + I'ma do the people right If y'all gimme the vote Finna ride, hang em high KRUSH, gimmie the rope See all them porcelain chin Niggas gettin em broke One at a time, na let's focus on who the don When your blade's sharp as mine People want you to rhyme They want you ta spill Fa me ain't nuttin for real Me and my man runnin Japan We're tough on the wheel He blow ya mind like bustin the steel I give the crowd something ta feel The sound got the power to heal It's like the Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill A 1/4 of a kill ta burn while patrillin the field I'm puttin rappers out cold I done rap from Tokyo to the North Pole Whenever my man program the passcode Drummers se the 5th And yo, KRUSH come wit a gullotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don |
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from The Roots - The Next Movement [single] (1999)
Chorus: Erykah Badu (repeat 2X)
If you were worried ’bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don’t worry you know that you got me (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I’m overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don’t matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let’s link, let’s get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spa tellin me the things I’m tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me Chorus [Black Thought] Yo, I’m the type that’s always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that’s when she flip and get on some ’ol [Eve] Another lonely night seems like I’m on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politicin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I’m pretty Psych, I’m playin boo, you know it’s just wit you I’m stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don’t hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I’m still your girl with all my classes I don’t have the time for life’s thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don’t be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind [Black] Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? [Eve] Is you crazy, you my king for real [Both] But sometimes relationships get ill [Eve] No doubt Chorus [Black Thought] Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that’s whispering ″she tryin to play you for the fool Black″ if something’s on your chest then let it be known see I’m not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it’s just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what’s intact and they’ll forever be I ain’t on some ″oh I’m a celebrity″ I deal with the real so if it’s artificial let it be I’ve seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that’s exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that’s where that drama begins, she like Chorus: repeat until fade |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Chorus: Erykah Badu (repeat 2X) If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I'm overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let's link, let's get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spa tellin me the things I'm tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me Chorus [Black Thought] Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that's when she flip and get on some 'ol [Eve] Another lonely night seems like I'm on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politicin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playin boo, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don't hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl with all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don't be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind [Black] Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? [Eve] Is you crazy, you my king for real [Both] But sometimes relationships get ill [Eve] No doubt Chorus [Black Thought] Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that's whispering "she tryin to play you for the fool Black" if something's on your chest then let it be known see I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what's intact and they'll forever be I ain't on some "oh I'm a celebrity" I deal with the real so if it's artificial let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that's exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that's where that drama begins, she like Chorus: repeat until fade |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I'm overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let's link, let's get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spa tellin me the things I'm tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that's when she flip and get on some 'ol Another lonely night seems like I'm on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politicin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playin boo, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don't hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl with all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don't be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? Is you crazy, you my king for real But sometimes relationships get ill No doubt If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that's whispering "she tryin to play you for the fool Black" if something's on your chest then let it be known see I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what's intact and they'll forever be I ain't on some oh I'm a celebrity I deal with the real so if it's artificial let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that's exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that's where that drama begins, she like If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
Chorus: Erykah Badu (repeat 2X)
If you were worried ’bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don’t worry you know that you got me (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I’m overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don’t matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let’s link, let’s get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spa tellin me the things I’m tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me Chorus [Black Thought] Yo, I’m the type that’s always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that’s when she flip and get on some ’ol [Eve] Another lonely night seems like I’m on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politicin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I’m pretty Psych, I’m playin boo, you know it’s just wit you I’m stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don’t hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I’m still your girl with all my classes I don’t have the time for life’s thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don’t be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind [Black] Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? [Eve] Is you crazy, you my king for real [Both] But sometimes relationships get ill [Eve] No doubt Chorus [Black Thought] Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that’s whispering ″she tryin to play you for the fool Black″ if something’s on your chest then let it be known see I’m not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it’s just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what’s intact and they’ll forever be I ain’t on some ″oh I’m a celebrity″ I deal with the real so if it’s artificial let it be I’ve seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that’s exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that’s where that drama begins, she like Chorus: repeat until fade |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it Said I never dance, made advance outside Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash Lex Land' or a Path', didn't know the half I react to flip the script and get ill My man Malik B kept telling me to relax Diggin how you're livin on some unreal high as I realize -- you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze She must don't know, I have a sister confused Thinkin that she's pretty and saditty when I spill She said, "I might, I think I can, alright I will." Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor I said, "Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; you remember." She said, "I guess." Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk And then she said, "You never called me; Mailk you never tried to press. You never tried to push the seven buttons and address." I said, "Hold up sis -- you're out of order, man you lost it. My name ain't Jake; Malik's no Flake that's Frosted." Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team I should beam up, about-face fall out And don'tcha even dare to ask why -- because you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 4X) ?uestlove Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two "MMM, my name's Question, ummmm, who are you?" She didn't respond, she didn't respond ???MUFFLED VOICE??? -- Continue on Thought to myself, should of said a little louder Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of "Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss" "No, I'm not havin it!" I just got dissed I didn't get mad, was calm and collect I didn't call her bitch, I didn't break her neck Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie It's a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie As she walked away, man I couldn't deny Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 4X) BlackThought Black, butter umm... that's what I be Had to tell a girl to set her mind free Use the Third Eye possibly you will see what you get, with material objects Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot Pretty in your cute limited Express suit Baby I can see everything you wanna be See you're gamin as a key to escape poverty Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind I figure you the kind to say, "Give me a call" but then switch to act strange, countin on my change Pay to the order of who??? Not you Why? You're not THAT fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 8X |
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from Sergio Mendes - Timeless (2006)
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all freak, freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all to the beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit yo, Black`s the real, he the thoroughbred for feel park the whip, jump out dressed to kill hop the charter flight down to Brazil ran right into Will "What up Black?" (What`s the deal?) A cape with a cain, you what`s in a name I got a little bit of change, but I`m feelin the same came here for a taste of the finer things because the girls look like different months in a magazine judging how fast the word go, the probably already know we hang with Sergio So, let`s get a few classy girls yo, and sip a little wine, anything but Merlot though, live and let learn, use "protekchurn" and twist a little something that`s Katherine Hepburn fresh to death, still makin them heads turn still got mine, but you got to get churn yo! "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop It`s the Will.I.Am, I`m killin them got flows that float just like helium (aahh) these hoes know I`m drillin `em so when feminine`s thrown I`m throwin them the billin `em til I`m rollin in millions gotta flip billions into trillions businessly, I`m brilliant turn pennies into twenties like the chameleons but never put a chinchilla on a chick, Karma-style too legit to quit Hip-hop on and on and on and break mics constant til the break of dawn and if you want to compete, come compete bring and MPC-16, make a big beat we could take it back to the B-Street we could break, we could rap, do the graffitti yo! "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop Hey! 2na Fish back to business I hit the track like a sheer act of vengeance masked avengers get smacked and injured strapped`ll get cho` back with some black suspenders autographs of the Jurassc Crew flippin flashes so fast like a fashion shoot classics, spittin acid the fastest route, bass`ll hit yo face quicker than a passion fruit big cheese inflict sick disease make hits that`ll make thick chicks strip tease clicks freeze when the trigger click squeeze makin people in the disco duck like Riq Jeeves but I ain`t going to war wit ch`all and got no alcoholic beverages to pour for y`all I`m gonna let these cats get there garbage off while I crush y`all like Mikhail Gorbachev "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
Hey, hey, hey hey
Hey, yes, yes I C'mon, c'mon uh, uh.. uh [Lady B] Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all Yo y'all, take heed Yeah, check it out, c'mon You're now rockin with the best.. uh [Lady B] Without a doubt, take heed y'all C'mon, yeah, uh Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all [Lady B] Without a doubt [Black Thought] Check it out now, it's the type cerebral World renowned, illustrious, ille-gal My musical affection, bubblin within your zone like champagne, known as the Fifth campaign Thought be doin his damn thang Bent like, a boomerang, tryin to maintain I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang What your lady gettin me up? I'm never answering Let her miss me, see me then she off tryin to kiss me Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq, the way you twist me" Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin And what you used to fit em before, you now swimmin Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin Takin hip-hop back to, the beginnin Cause MC's are pretendin, I slap your sound out the sky like I'm goaltendin, bring your career to an endin, enter the next era trascendin for real Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen For you to try to fuck with the Fifth, that's ambition I let y'all know the time indeed, y'all need to take heed y'all [Lady B] Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come The funk's all ready for whoever want some Your album get split like, a lump sum No doubt, under this influencin of outcome Millenium spaceship, totally wasted Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it Taste this swerve on a regular basis Servin y'all whatever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces This is without doubt, your lady pass out This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out Shout, to my brothers on back route Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat The critically acclaimed composer, stand over whichever mute miniscule mic holder You never knew the real before, yo I show ya You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt (repeat 4X) |
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from The Roots - The Next Movement [single] (1999)
Hey, hey, hey hey
Hey, yes, yes I C'mon, c'mon uh, uh.. uh [Lady B] Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all Yo y'all, take heed Yeah, check it out, c'mon You're now rockin with the best.. uh [Lady B] Without a doubt, take heed y'all C'mon, yeah, uh Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all [Lady B] Without a doubt [Black Thought] Check it out now, it's the type cerebral World renowned, illustrious, ille-gal My musical affection, bubblin within your zone like champagne, known as the Fifth campaign Thought be doin his damn thang Bent like, a boomerang, tryin to maintain I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang What your lady gettin me up? I'm never answering Let her miss me, see me then she off tryin to kiss me Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq, the way you twist me" Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin And what you used to fit em before, you now swimmin Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin Takin hip-hop back to, the beginnin Cause MC's are pretendin, I slap your sound out the sky like I'm goaltendin, bring your career to an endin, enter the next era trascendin for real Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen For you to try to fuck with the Fifth, that's ambition I let y'all know the time indeed, y'all need to take heed y'all [Lady B] Get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come The funk's all ready for whoever want some Your album get split like, a lump sum No doubt, under this influencin of outcome Millenium spaceship, totally wasted Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it Taste this swerve on a regular basis Servin y'all whatever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces This is without doubt, your lady pass out This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out Shout, to my brothers on back route Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat The critically acclaimed composer, stand over whichever mute miniscule mic holder You never knew the real before, yo I show ya You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all But we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt (repeat 4X) |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
WHY?? (6 x's) Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden That's the reason I'm a speak my mind, keep from going insane Now work with it, we in the last innin' The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while the rich keep winnin' It's like we neva smilin' and the devil steady grinnin' killin' what we representin' Even our children and women, 2K4, livin' above and under the law Young teen joins the marines, says he'll die for the core Inducted up into the goverment's war as if the land of money and oil Funny how ain't none of it yours I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange It's far from right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong To see the world get stripped out of every resource And people pray to Coca-Cola now instead of the gods What's goin' on? WHY?? (6 x's) Keepin' your head above water, hustlin' to survive Some people chasin' a dream, others just chasin' a high Some people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by But still they workin' all they live, they pushin' for the light Givin' everything they got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike's Puttin' pockets on our jeans, mining diamonds for them rings Rewarded with small change and bullets in the brains And it makes me feel strange everything we take for granted At times I feel stranded on this planet of mine Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out, and laugh about it Or stand up, be counted while I cast my ballot When the undertaker's busy and the prison's is crowded People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded But the sky's the limit, I ain't cryin' you a river Gotta move me a mountain, I'm a git up and shout it WHY?? (6 x's) When I dream it's hounds on my heels gainin' momentum I'm tired, can't get uninspired or quit runnin' I can feel they only inches behind, I escape, I survive Some how I gotta decide how much I want it Or is anybody listenin' without a pot to piss in If I disappear I wonder if the world will know I'm missin' Who my support system, it's not the court system Gotta letter it said that you're not avoiding prison People 'neath the microscope 'cause we defining the culture They smile and insult you like you shinin' their loafers Them old heads say we need a modern day Moses When the leaders is posers we needing some soldiers It's the X generation, The anger is a nature Got the writing on the wall so clear that I can taste it Like a kid sniffing glue somewhere trying to escape Cause we vulnerable and naked Gotta show 'em we can make it WHY?? (hook repeats out) |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Here's what you want right Here's what you need right We got to give you more Of what you're lookin for So it's a secret that's been pent up inside for years Exclusive type, only for your eyes and ears You held it in for so long you bursted into tears The letters spilled slowly across the page like a world premiere Well I ain't, the bullshit begins here The obvious cause, the effects is unclear The punishment for crimes of the heart could be severe Though to keep it on the low is a heavy cross to bear You deep now, submerged with no signs of air Still your sunken heart thumpin like the kick in a snare While on the surface it's all turnin to a circus That's why you're nervous, and you got a right to be Cause if somebody woulda done that shit to me I mean my best man hittin my wife-to-be My sentiments exactly would be history Y'know what I'm sayin my peoples in the place let's hit it off one two [CHORUS] Yo, it's like nothin changed, it's all the same thang The same characters in a book, with different names It's a lot more to lose than you got to gain You a lot more confused than hip to the game The peep the script of the game the price is pain Men and women get into things, now who's to blame? When everybody whisperin bout whatever took place And how the fact twist a knot with a straight face And lies, hard to swallow from the bitter taste Well that's a point in the past that can't be erased So motivate, though it's hard to let it ride Or set aside true feelings, underhand dealings Our lost trust, I wonder if we lost us It's bigger than me and you, it's monstrous So I'ma, just calm down and try to relax Before I clap ???????? [CHORUS] If you could only flash back and undo our actions Change what happens, dissect the fractions A time to rewind and be recorded absent For real cause these memories is photographic Pornographic, pushing me close to madness Head heavy like I'm trippin on tablets Yesterday as I recall was all fabulous I thought so But now it feel like shots hittin my torso Spent a lotta time and trust in the wrong place Fought a lotta fights rollin with the wrong ace Love, stronger than pride, we could end disgrace I need, room the think, and space to ventilate Was solid as a rock, shall not disintegrate Thoughts racing like the lunatics on the interstate For real, ya, it's ill, ya, my peoples in the place.... [CHORUS (repeat to end, with Black Thought adlibbing)] |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do... Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation World population confront their frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual, and about money making Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man, then stand your own To MC requires skills, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin And roam like a celluar phone far from home Giving crowds what they wanted Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said "Yo we thought we heard you" Joke's for you We heard your bitin ass crew but uh Raphael Saadiq Never do, what they do when they do what they do ( 2X) Black Thought Thin is the line of between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap niggaz do the making Of you would blow up or go as far as they can take it My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhymes need life support I take it very seriously within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come wit the beautiful thing And I bless the track plushly Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours Recepient of applause from you and yours Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home To absorb and sweat it out your pores Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins Infinitely go against the grain That's why my motto's to Livin the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics Bass chords and drum kicks And my mental thick to hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark When I first spark the arts, when's the listening start Open your head wide and let the thought inside My style fortified by all of philladel-phy I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short I want it Made like Ed, nuff said Then after that, I'm puttin on the ___ Let the ladies blend with the darkskin devil bred and discover My level is that of no other And Roots crew bring offical and true While I'm continuin to... 4X |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) Yo, niggaz can not see me, can not be me or capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour I am but a messanger born to blow up My niggaz knew it all the time, ally I was a dime At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard Nigga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme Sucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage Got the 12 gauge had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-ly My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid Cause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foul This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me So my style's the blend of what is and was You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill Another crab motherfucker 'nother cap to peel Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance Niggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye Inside my head, you wish to see The signs appear, the shit's not clear What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge I'm takin heads because, there's no fuckin ledge I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty Niggaz run around like ?, I got planets and thrones Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known) I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man (Malik B) Malik B Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members they shall ?, wavin white flags, man we surrender Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders In syringes, I can shoot up al vengeance And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with s leaded Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics Black Thought, Elo and me a trio Tellin the the strong, word is bond I'm just tellin you what goes on Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (C'mon brother) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Uh huh uh And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun Black master of any trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung Trying to breath like black'll collapse your lungs Young chump you could choke off the web I spun I done cleared 'em out from the threat I brung You done heard about what set I'm from My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb Y'all better bow down when the ruler come I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar Professional type, I'm adjusting my mic Go to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like Give you something to run from , bust off your dum-dum Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from It's philly world-wide phenomenom And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5 And when I finish making you recognize I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil You wanna get the bitches up off the wall Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To keep you in health, this for all of y'all I'm quick on the draw like Black McGraw And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for My name 'riq geez and I'm back for more To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of Malcom X on the door while I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed Ring the, warning horn when I'm gon' perform The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove I'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news Play y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q's And when y'all think Thought, be prepared to lose Bring money to spend and somebody to lend And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens Get took for your tuck right in front of your 'hens Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends Because, I put a black fist under ya chin Have your physical remains found under the pen If I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again 'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please 'cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leave You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze MCs, never showed loyalty yet Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check I do work, no question, and bomb your set I'm calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette RIP my man Gillette Until I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yet I'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck Never hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated - yes I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest Nigga, take ya seats I'm a demonstrate a test How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death But hold tight, cuz it's not over yet I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve And it ain't even October yet I'm a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get If the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for this Whoo whoo 'riq geez be the ultimate I'm the corporate, give me the bulk of this 'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip Get down how you 'posed to get I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle Keep the beat goin' Keep the beat goin' |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun Black master of any trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue clear my path and come get your captain hung Trying to breath like black'll collapse your lungs Young chump you could choke off the web I spun I done cleared 'em out from the threat I brung You done heard about what set I'm from My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb Y'all better bow down when the ruler come I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar Professional type, I'm adjusting my mic Go to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like Give you something to run from , bust off your dum-dum Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from It's philly world-wide phenomenom And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5 And when I finish making you recognize I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil You wanna get the bitches up off the wall Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To keep you in health, this for all of y'all I'm quick on the draw like Black McGraw And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for My name 'riq geez and I'm back for more To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of Malcom X on the door while I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed Ring the, warning horn when I'm gon' perform The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove I'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news Play y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q's And when y'all think Thought, be prepared to lose Bring money to spend and somebody to lend And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens Get took for your tuck right in front of your 'hens Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends Because, I put a black fist under ya chin Have your physical remains found under the pen If I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again 'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please 'cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leave You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze MCs, never showed loyalty yet Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check I do work, no question, and bomb your set I'm calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette RIP my man Gillette Until I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen danger yet I'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck Never hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated - yes I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest Nigga, take ya seats I'm a demonstrate a test How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death But hold tight, cuz it's not over yet I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve And it ain't even October yet I'm a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get If the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for this Whoo whoo 'riq geez be the ultimate I'm the corporate, give me the bulk of this 'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip Get down how you 'posed to get I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle Keep the beat goin' Keep the beat goin' |
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| from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999) | |||||
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia
Black people, uh Worldwide Na what I'm sayin'? This is for my nigga Dumb and blind They say a record aint nothin if it's not touchin', grippin' draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it and if you real ill at makin' music the listna gonna feel like he living through it that's how my nigga do it I met Slacks back in like ninety-one rappin' we went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin' it aint last, i be in class dreaming 'bout fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out Encore, yo I'm heading back to philly, nigga you rollin with me? I'm tryna get busy We walked dogs that was off the chain, lotta times at the shows people hardly came I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside people down with me started to change It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin' but still I'm on a mission yo I'm not buggin I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep they can't stick to one subject and can't eat it's people steady comin at me out in the street like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep nigga (Chorus) Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high Son you missing out on what's passin' ya by I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry, but not you and I my nigga, We got to get, c'mon over, over, the water (x2) yo, water (x2) We done been through many meals a couple of deals shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels we done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors trying to figure wh |
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| from The Roots - Phrenology (2006) | |||||
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from John Legend, The Roots - Wake Up Everybody (Feat. Common and Melanie Fiona) [single] (2010)
Wake up everybody No more sleepin' in bed No more backward thinkin' Time for thinkin' ahead The world has changed So very much From what it used to be There is so much hatred War and poverty, whoa, oh Wake up, all the teachers Time to teach a new way Maybe then they'll listen To what'cha have to say 'Cause they're the ones who's coming up And the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach 'em the very best you can The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But they don't have so very long Before the Judgment Day So wont'cha make them happy Wake up, all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can do it If we all lend a hand The only thing we have to do Is put it in our mind Surely things will work out They do it every time The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me It's the god hour [..] Were we belong I try to write a song [..] We're more than consumers [..] Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
Wake up everybody No more sleepin' in bed No more backward thinkin' Time for thinkin' ahead The world has changed So very much From what it used to be There is so much hatred War and poverty, whoa, oh Wake up, all the teachers Time to teach a new way Maybe then they'll listen To what'cha have to say 'Cause they're the ones who's coming up And the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach 'em the very best you can The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But they don't have so very long Before the Judgment Day So wont'cha make them happy Before they pass away Wake up, all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can do it If we all lend a hand The only thing we have to do Is put it in our mind Surely things will work out They do it every time The world won't get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na The world won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me It's the god hour [..] Were we belong I try to write a song [..] We're more than consumers [..] Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody |
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| from Nobody Beats The Beats - Drops From Above (2005) | |||||
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| from The Roots - Rising Down (2008) | |||||
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yeah, U.N.I.
at war U.N.I. (when you and I ) at war motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style ( at war) Illadelph, you know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) 2X When you and I at war (U.N.I. at War) And your at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War, going on between the West and the East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep Yo, enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid 2X Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated I Used to Love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live in the burbs, and still get had The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate Call each other cuz cause of how we relate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper 4X |
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| from Scratch - The Embodiment Of Instrumentation (2003) | |||||
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| from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010) | |||||
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| from The Roots - Undun (2011) | |||||
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it And to the chumps who think they might want it I might spot your ride and dump on it And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours And role out with a nigga slumped on it You see Black fall back son Me and Shock up in a black Regal no insurance We like DEA serving warrants So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall so e'rybody in here can stop snorin Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan Black Thought on capitals like the sovereign Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets Focus, flawless. New York to Europe To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet What a movement, the rap solution It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin them Tracks from Black for satisfaction The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid but when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it A real raw nigga wont fold or forfeit A thorough bred gonna enforce it Tariq's where the beats at And where the people out their seats at For what? Cause y'all on it I'm like Aqua man and Brown Hornet I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it Dog, reintroducing master thespian Ho-telling-est, elin-est, emceein Fuck getting money for real, get freedom Black on the grind from AM to the PM Splash up crash up the X-5 B.M. Motive entertainment the philly mob we in Weak hearts, yo we not them Waddup nigga T3 nigga bahtem When the M-Ill get home we're gonna win First one to fall cats with no chin The mic the black hold remain smokin' And ladies up in the place is wide open For real you know what I'm talking about Pull it out your pocket You feel this shit soon as they throw it on You feel this joint this is your new favorite song You at the dancehall, you got it going on It's time to show it off so throw your hands up Check it out yo You feel this shit soon as they throw it on You feel this joint this is your new favorite song You at the dancehall, you got it going on It's time to show it off yall niggas know whats up Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh? Violate and you will answer to Black You a thug not really there's the answer to that Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh? Wanna pack can't handle your strap You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken Wild out take fools out without joking If I run out of shots I'm going out poking On a date with sis we going out stroking And the shot is fantastic The fantastic is the romantic And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce we can go to the flat then get tantric Yeah. you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions? Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence You see pulling up five deep with nothing but dimes inside of my jeep I'm not arguing to get in VIP cocksucker prick Suck a dick I'ma floss for the fuck of it Girls say the baw Black be on some other shit Nigga talk like you work for the government My words worth like Barnes & Noble Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal Spit thought name I'm a bomb your local neighborness, for a ten mile radius Well every ghetto craving this new anthem My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome I bang with the best around Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound Here come the controller You feel this shit soon as they throw it on You feel this joint this is your new favorite song You at the dancehall, you got it going on It's time to show it off so throw your hands up Check it out yo You feel this shit soon as they throw it on You feel this joint this is your new favorite song You at the dancehall, it's time to show it off you got it going on Y'all niggas know what's up |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
He-LLO? Yo who dis? Yo this [edited] Yo whattup man? Yo whassup dude? This is the Black Ill Oh whassup G? Y'know, yo What? We down in the studio yo Word? Yo we got a jawn Yo, is she live? Yeah she's |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire My vocal's a passport that never expire Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin out "The Roots" while I balance wit the wire Yo, expert in this profession, the session In 1987, I linked up wit the ?uestion Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon Swollen wit minds that got stolen Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen Torture, blood flow like bodies of water Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle In a Game of Life, yo it's hard to roll a double Tryin times, take lives and separate couples Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms "Fuck you" Under they breath, livin in the last times left Peep the imagery ?strep?, across the sky like a canvas And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness Time to set it off, let's spark this Switzerland, LET'S SPARK THIS!! We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER! (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE (Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire You couldn't have a clue, it's about to transpire The books I buy live arms ?I wire? The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir We ex-plore the whole states plus record In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor But I could see the drop was a mile aboard To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes I said "I don't got em", guess it kinda presented a problem When I understood, they said "Let him go" I woke, during a center to London ? And now wit a past, fuckin wit border patrol I'm findin it out, I'm leakin wit my people Hit the studio, spread this information In daze of frustration fogged the education >From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination The Roots du journ, go check the translation The dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonics The Fifth Dynast, they can't stop it Yo Zurlich y'all keep it tight heed While The Roots Crew smoke weed Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE, say what? (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE, c'mon (Rock-rockin it) C'mon c'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it) We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (Rock-rockin it) C'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it They go *Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing* *Crowd cheers |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
("You'll soon depart.." *echoes from the last track*)
Chorus: Malik B (2X) Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with Now it's time to spark shit [Malik B] Look God, I walk around a little edgy already Y'all MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady M-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan I float across seas and, breezed across land Standin, in these thoughts of murder within The structure of this world that's corrupted with sin I'm always hittin, to leave MC's guessin For any transgression, in my perimeter there will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated buddha session, to stop stressin me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt Jim Carrey ass niggaz start to melt Impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt Any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter My weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter My attitude a product of society So sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety Yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface At times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose Malik B blend with the tree, to spot an enemy You cloggin me up cat, now vacant the vicinity Chorus [Malik B] I'm symbolic to a ballot, it's Abdul Malik Don't approach with bullshit, I'm quick to call it invalid Route through your district, we keep it simplistic No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase Wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist I'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic With one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it A girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered I take what you got to give, cause I got to live The last hour, I bet your ass ? Might act up, but I still can pass dowa I'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days Instead of tryin to take you under I just make you wonder I still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat I didn't make Haj yet, but that's my next project Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my du'a In the quarters livin modest with my nigga Trotter I circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba I used to live life, like there was no manana Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor I'm Mill-itill-itant with the Fifth that stand firm like a pillar, I'm I and T-L like Manilla Chorus 2X This is what it's all about (7X) |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
I(Verse 1: Black Thought)
Knocked up 9 months ago And what she finna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock-n-roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold Cuz one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad In these streets she done ran E'er since when the heat began I told the girl look here Calm down I'ma hold your hand To enable you to peep the plan Cuz you is quick to learn And we can make money to burn If you allow me the latest game I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings And the world finna know my name (Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt) I don't ask, for much these days And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way I only wanna fuck another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my seed in her bush for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll (Verse 3: Black Thought) Uh-huh Cadillac need space to roam Where we headin for she don't know We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone I don't beg I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad These streets he done ran ever since when the game began I never played the fool Matta fact I be keepin' it cool Since money been changing hands And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings And the world finna know my name (Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt) I don't beg For no rich man And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my hands, man Cuz I know how to still Fertilize another against my lover's will I lick the opposition cuz she don't take no pill Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear You'll be keeping my legend alive I push my seed in her bush for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat (break) I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest I push it naked cuz I've takin my test Deliverin' Mary it don't matter the sex I'm gon' name it rock and roll I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work becuz I'm pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah I would name it Rock-N-Roll |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib Crack, Crack! Bones are crying Mommy's crying and bleeding And pleading And then... Daddy wants to fuck Dick hard, swelled with power rush And as if all that wasn't enough Mommy's seven months heavy with birth As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear (singing softly) First...lullaby First...Son...will...ever...hear And never forget Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally She'd already lost...three Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak From being daily beat And Friday nights were the worse and... Daddy never came with flowers Instead he spent hours at some corner spot With some bar pop named Cookie Putting his thing down Soiling Mommy's sheets with... Sweet...talk shit Cookie's cheap lipstick Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice To hell with the good news that... He was a father for the first time His thirst for wine and women Clouded his vision... No warm welcome for mother and son Just... The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense She...burned the dirty linens Made a fresh bed Laid sleeping First Son down And never made a sound As she purged her scourge With birth-blood and quiet tears Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice Lie there in his soft skin and new life Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye Mommy's little survivor Like...her Mommy called crazy and scorned 'Cuz she two more born One boy soon after The girl much later and... Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate Her...First Son, the first one Whose...womb-world was profaned Came of age playing street games With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother 'Till his heart start to wither In pain and shame Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her And him... Let...sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander Found honor amongst thieves Chose to squander his dreams Stopped believing in himself Become prodigal with his life Make impossible shit right with... Gang-ties, crime, lies Erase wise, woeful words of Mother Replaced them with absurdities of others Who had also lost their way Played a different kind of street game now First Son plunged deep Speak street-family vows Espouse no causes but his own See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath Couldn't shield her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans Now...Daddy and him twins in addiction Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends By liquefied demons Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End Destined for a demise Survived nine lives of staying high Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft Womanizing...only for money, never for sex Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head Left for dead So, eyes wide and glassy Speech...slowed and slurred Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy And mouth corners one December 24th Mr. Hide and False Friend Took final ride to suburban supplier Shots were fired by the gray man With shaky hand But not shaky enough to miss... Hit...Lost Boy in back So-called Friend runs for door Leaves First Son blood-born Lying alone in blood on cold floor Death was the cause of... Returning to Innocence Lost... Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn To Mommy's sobs and shakes Daddy's silhouettes of regret All past, omitted, and absolved by lost As they clung to each other Knowing... |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
This beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friend
She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin Alana's whole attraction Just fractionally based on surface I got into her mental on purpose And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin Very hypnotized When it was time we spent time It's no way to rewind or prevent Time from slipping away like day, into the dark And the way that things fall apart, will make some start To feel more, weak or insecure But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature Even when she caught feelings cuz I stay on tour As I reflect on before, and recap the situation I guess from experience, comes education We set on a path to opposite destinations It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation Then eventually flow on to lost communication I called but lost all information And with time forgot it, it's not like I'm all in tears about it But the fact still remains that I miss the Hypnotic You're a shinin' star No matter where you are For the world to see What you truly be You're a shinin' star No matter where you are For the world to see What you truly be She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic The bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick Pages of the calendar flip, we can't stop it Time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic Now was she real, or an illusion of this optical Confusion with the accent of ancient Egypt Or could it be that she's the one I was supposed to be with And together walked this twisted Staircase is somethin realistic Damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence Front page material on essence, a queen Imperial before her adolescence And as she grew into a woman she became refine I never knew another like her in my lifetime So now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place On the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse Drivin me insane, or release I'm touchin the brink, of sanity Tto think of how I can link, or contact her I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact I'm analyzin how I'm wantin her back And wonderin exactly where she could be on the map I'm just sittin here spinning the world on one finger Reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer Yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out The most melodic hypnotic, yeah You're a shinin' star No matter where you are For the world to see What you truly be You're my shinin star No matter where you are Dont know what to say Was it true to be |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
C'mon.. and yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds.. of the legendary.. foundation Yeah, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, The HOT MUSIC (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Yo, one, two, one-two one-two That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change Black rain fallin from the sky look strange The ghetto is red hot, we steppin on flames Yo, it's infliction on a price for fame and it was all the same, but then the antidote came The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift LIKE, a phyllum lift up it's seed to sunlight I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless Sippin cholorophyll out of ill silver gauntlet I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got ta get wet Your head is throbbin and I ain't said shit yet The Roots crew, the next movement, c'mon! And yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary, foundation, check it out, uh Testin, yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Word up, the formation of words to fit That's what I usually disturb you with A lot of rappers never heard of this, or know half the time it is You doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could you accomplish? Whether they skywriting your name, or you anonymous You be speechless, with stinging sinuses The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors I tilt my crown, then blow down a dime a kiss You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin this I'm the finalist, shinin like a rugged amethyst And at your music conference, I'm the panelist Listen close to my poetry, I examine this like an analyst, to see if you can handle this Check it out You, got the groove, emcees freeze, stand still, nobody move unless you dealin with The Next Movement The P-Phi-D we be the mon-u-ment I live my life nice, but I'm not choopid You theatrical as a Broadway play, this ain't Rent One hundred percent, straight out the Basement Spreading this across a planet on some next shit How many people feelin this love music? C'mon Yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Yo, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (7X) |
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from The Roots - The Next Movement [single] (1999)
[Black Thought]
C'mon.. and yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds.. of the legendary.. foundation Yeah, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, The HOT MUSIC (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Yo, one, two, one-two one-two That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change Black rain fallin from the sky look strange The ghetto is red hot, we steppin on flames Yo, it's infliction on a price for fame and it was all the same, but then the antidote came The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift LIKE, a phyllum lift up it's seed to sunlight I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless Sippin cholorophyll out of ill silver gauntlet I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got ta get wet Your head is throbbin and I ain't said shit yet The Roots crew, the next movement, c'mon! And yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary, foundation, check it out, uh Testin, yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Word up, the formation of words to fit That's what I usually disturb you with A lot of rappers never heard of this, or know half the time it is You doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could you accomplish? Whether they skywriting your name, or you anonymous You be speechless, with stinging sinuses The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors I tilt my crown, then blow down a dime a kiss You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin this I'm the finalist, shinin like a rugged amethyst And at your music conference, I'm the panelist Listen close to my poetry, I examine this like an analyst, to see if you can handle this Check it out You, got the groove, emcees freeze, stand still, nobody move unless you dealin with The Next Movement The P-Phi-D we be the mon-u-ment I live my life nice, but I'm not choopid You theatrical as a Broadway play, this ain't Rent One hundred percent, straight out the Basement Spreading this across a planet on some next shit How many people feelin this love music? C'mon Yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Yo, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (7X) |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
C'mon.. and yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds.. of the legendary.. foundation Yeah, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, The HOT MUSIC (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Yo, one, two, one-two one-two That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change Black rain fallin from the sky look strange The ghetto is red hot, we steppin on flames Yo, it's infliction on a price for fame and it was all the same, but then the antidote came The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift LIKE, a phyllum lift up it's seed to sunlight I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight I never use a cordless, or stand applaudless Sippin cholorophyll out of ill silver gauntlet I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got ta get wet Your head is throbbin and I ain't said shit yet The Roots crew, the next movement, c'mon! And yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary, foundation, check it out, uh Testin, yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Word up, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (3X) Word up, the formation of words to fit That's what I usually disturb you with A lot of rappers never heard of this, or know half the time it is You doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could you accomplish? Whether they skywriting your name, or you anonymous You be speechless, with stinging sinuses The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors I tilt my crown, then blow down a dime a kiss You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin this I'm the finalist, shinin like a rugged amethyst And at your music conference, I'm the panelist Listen close to my poetry, I examine this like an analyst, to see if you can handle this Check it out You, got the groove, emcees freeze, stand still, nobody move unless you dealin with The Next Movement The P-Phi-D we be the mon-u-ment I live my life nice, but I'm not choopid You theatrical as a Broadway play, this ain't Rent One hundred percent, straight out the Basement Spreading this across a planet on some next shit How many people feelin this love music? C'mon Yo, you go Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement You listeners, stop what you're doin and set it in motion, it's the next movement Yo, we got the HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (1X) The HOT-HOT music, the HOT music (7X) |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black LILIES Some people try to front like "I ain't feelin it really" But that's silly, cuz how the fuck you can't feel me? When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit Alot of ice-grillin in the house got melted Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish Gimme that, guess who bringin the "Get busy" back Women say the sound of my voice, the Afrodeziac Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me The Real World for real, this ain't your MTV The illest INNERVISIONS since Stevie on wax My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks The fact of the matter is a matter of fact That it's the Black Thought, controllin like Ike Turner You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner Or just relax and peep how it's done And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because [Chorus: Jaguar] [singing] The Lesson, now it's now, we close shop We got it locked, it's over now [Dice Raw] Aiyyo Dice's flows, hit idiots like crossbows Knock em out the atlas, push em off the atlas I'm laugin, lookin down from off top the totem Hop off my pedastall, grab my scrotum Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't FUCKIN wit this shit (I told em) Aiyyo y'all ain't FUCKIN wit the Roots crew (I told em) The rap is a riot yeah cuz my family bouncin Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in The arena, the grass is greener on the other side I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die Now tell who the best in off the top in the world I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fuckin your girl I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash But still, a nigga got a lot of class Trick wit my pinky-finger up off the glass Keep talkin shit homeboy, that's your ass [Chorus] [Malik B] It's just the simple part of the gam(e) I guess it's just the art of the scam Check for your soul cuz it departed again M-ill-i-tant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet Move out till the bottom of my shoes out How many tracks do you bout? How many of these niggas you doubt? How many of these ladies makin you shout? You on a mission so listen to this Ask yourself what condition is this Sick in the ?wist?, I rap on a satellite disk You gotta like this, askin me about the way that I stroll About the way I enfold, in scrambling mode You're like that, don't bark cat, bite back What up Blood? Is things still the same in the hood? While I sit I gotta get dub, and wish I could plug They thoughts'll leave em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug The shit I spit is hummin wit slugs, get soaked in the suds [Chorus x3] |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
He-LLO? Yo who dis? Yo this [edited] Yo whattup man? Yo whassup dude? This is the Black Ill Oh whassup G? Y'know, yo What? We down in the studio yo Word? Yo we got a jawn Yo, is she live? Yeah she's |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yo,
I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona She delt with reality never fed it to the drama I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor Alana was a Marylan' thurough and attractive Shorty that's relaxed with me and kickin back Wif a phat flick to cool out Was stressed cause the game'll make you wanna pull a tool out And go the old school route But all-a that cease - when that piece checkin the jewel out A bruver was charged - light a spliff and listen to the dabarge Let the shorty hit me wif a massage to annoint Lubricatin my maridian points that was the Summer easy to remember Alana was all up on - to read the gender how I used to back bender She even told her best friend Blinda from Virginia Who asked me if I had a cousin I could recomend-a But as time float on we grew more mature - and further apart When I began to do tours, we lost contact And slowly parted - reminissin of when it started It keep me feelin heavy hearted - a stolen moment periodic Addicted to her presence like a narcotic Though I wonder if she ever got it - the hypnotic That faded like a dream sequence that pursuaded Beyond being infatuated - spiritually intoxicated Comps are dated - I concentrated On how to get in touch with her Cuase the fact of the matter remain that I miss the hypnotic Driftin - (driftin) (the hypnotic, the hypnotic) X7 Driftin - (driftin) I would begin to dial - Her number but knowin it's been awhile it's hard to link I figure what she probly think and soon start to drink Fightin the feelin I'm concealin apparently I first appealin Later revealin to be deeper - resistance increasingly weaker The essence of life is more than just mic's and puffin reefa This uni of Black Thought that I can teach ya I'm tryin to touch ya only if I can reach ya I hit this kid I sign up on his beepa And ask him if a had a chance to speak ta Jermaine Palmer who fathers a preacha To make the story short me and my man soon ran Into each other von the humble at a show in San Fran I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"? He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma When he began to break it down my mind start to wander Response beyond somber incredible crushed Kinda feelin on my shoulder - that of a boulder To find out that her life was over - it made the room feel colder I thought I could get wif her when she was a little older But she a victim of the wicked system that controlled-a it's all chaotic But if my life it's symbolic forever shadow on my mental I never forgot it Yo the psycotic, the hypnotic check it out the Most Melodic hypnotic Driftin - Driftin --- |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Fuck.. kill.. and prosper
is the gospel of Wonderland, where street sands, are quick.. to suck you down to the abyss with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's Those witches and warlocks in blue Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo Who? .. Me? .. I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest to see who "Gets Money" No milk and honey, in this land cause justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her in a life wanting for nothing so I got into this drug thing Not doing, but dealing Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time I had to find the best design to fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits and, five year old preschool pussy and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out weary racks of snatch, in other words.. .. I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep, silk sheets and money heaps Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to boarding school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full I went buckwild, wanting more like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver I thought my shit was tight.. .. til my empire started to quiver Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to And watched, like Assata Shakur My place on the top was no more sure Loose lips flipped the script The fantasy trip, swiftly ended It took no time to blend in, with the population prison My jaded vision, busted like a cherry Every, dream I had, now tainted bad I fucked and, I killed, to prosper Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice A land of fields to toil in like slaves No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save Plenty of fat uniformed rats with below average size cocks that slither through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime on a quest to gets mine Now I'm passing time standing on line in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed via my mistakes, and my daughter hates me for what I did And I'm FUCKED.. and I'm STUCK Doing the Devil's bid Being locked in a moral corrupt crib Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, you wanna get finger fucked tonight? I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT |
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from Men In Black (멘 인 블랙) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1997)
This beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friend
She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, Alana's whole attraction Just fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotized When it was time we spent time It's no way to rewind or prevent time from slipping away like day, into the dark and the way that things fall apart, will make some start to feel more, weak or insecure But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature Even when she caught feelings 'cause I stay on tour As I reflect on before, and recap the situation I guess from experience, comes education We set on a path to opposite destinations It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation Then eventually flow on to lost communication I called but lost all information And with time forgot it, it's not like I'm all in tears about it But the fact still remains that I miss the Hypnotic Chorus: repeat 2X You're a shinin' star No matter where you are For the world to see What you truly be She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic the bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick pages of the calendar flip, we can't stop it time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic now was she real, or an illusion of this optical confusion with the accent of ancient Egypt or could it be that she's the one I was supposed to be with and together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her adolescence and as she grew into a woman she became refine I never knew another like her in my lifetime so now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place on the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse drivin me insane, or release I'm touchin the brink, of sanity to think of how I can link, or contact her I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact I'm analyzin how I'm wantin her back and wonderin exactly where she could be on the map I'm just sittin here spinning the world on one finger reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out the most melodic hypnotic, yeah Chorus 4X You're my shinin star No matter where you are Dont know what to say Was it true to be |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
Stand up, stretch for the stars
일어서, 별들을 향해 손을 뻗어 Get somebody else involved right next to ya 네 옆에 있는 사람들도 동참하게 해 Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya 신선하게 유지해주는 사람은 나로 뽑혔어 Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya 모든걸 너네들 나머지를 위해, 그곳까지 To just take it there come on and 갈 수 있게 만들어주니까, 그리고 Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare 쏘아대는 스네어에 머리 속은 울려 Spine tingle elevating every singular hair 척수를 간질이고 털 하나하나가 다 서 All the way from South Philly on a wing and prayer 남부 Philly서부터 날개와 기도와 함께 And still bringin' it yeah 여전히 모든걸 가져다주지 yeah [Chorus] C'mon take it there 자, 거기까지 가져가 C'mon take it there 자, 거기까지 가져가 Let's take it there 거기로 가져가 C'mon take it there 자, 거기까지 가져가 I'm from the side of town 난 이 동네 한쪽 구석에서 왔어 Where shots get sprayed around 총알이 마구 뿌려지는 곳 Where the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around 평균 수명이 대략 28 쯤 되는 곳 Downtown battleground where cops parade around 경찰들이 행진하는 아랫동네의 전쟁터 Have your whole view of life beyond jaded 니 삶에 대한 관점은 온통 낡아빠져 How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out 모두들 무너지는 것이 지겨워, 탈출에 성공하려하지 Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down 주먹을 누르는 손(?), 돈을 버는 유일한 방법 People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now 이리저리 밀치는데 지친 사람들, 갱스터가 되지 Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around 엄격함은 약간의 변화를 가져오는 유일한 방식 Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves 신경 상태는 나쁜데 줄담배를 피우고 And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb 폐 상태 나쁜 형제들은 마리화나를 마구 피워 Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard 어둠 속에 있는 이는 누구든 보이지 않고 들려 Let's submerge, I can feel something close we on the verge 이제 잠수하자, 뭔가 가까이 온 걸 느낄 수 있어, 우린 가장자리에 있어 Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers 내 거리의 청소부들, 호텔 관리인들에 대해 얘기하고 And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers 친구들은 이걸 감옥의 스피커로 틀어보내지 Some people rather use than might than use heaters 어떤 사람들은 총보다 힘을 쓰려고 해 Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom 어떤 사람들은 자유를 잃느니 목숨을 잃으려고 해 For real 정말로 [Chorus] (poem interlude) Society's time bomb laying dormant 사회의 시한폭탄은 잠들어있군 Our people disenfranchised for the free world 우리 사람들은 자유 세계의 권리를 빼앗겨 Oil for food but they still hungry 음식을 위한 기름, 그러나 그들은 여전히 배가 고파 No democracy 민주주의는 없어 They said one vote equals one voice 사람들은 한 표가 한 목소리의 가치를 지닌다 하나 But he told you if he can't work to make it 그는 일해서 성공할 수 없다면 He'll rob to take it 강탈을 해서라도 가져가겠다 하지 The villains 악당들 Abandoning the planet and the people 이 행성과 사람들을 버렸어 Another hot summer yo, they 'bout to flood the prisons 또다른 뜨거운 여름 yo, 교도소는 넘쳐나려고 해 This ain't no do diddley, it's a do somethin' 이건 쓸데없는 장난이 아냐, 분명 무언가야 Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right 플래시 라이트, 빨간불, 앞으로 나가 Straight into them headlights, you get your head right 저 헤드라이트 속으로 바로, 넌 머리를 제대로 들어 Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike 세번째 스트라이크, 회전문을 지나 Life quicker than spliff that wouldn't burn right 삶은 제대로 타지 않는 담배보다 빠르네 Make you wanna holla 'bout it 소리치고 싶게 만들지 It ain't no doubt about it 의심 따위는 없어 Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it 때때로 넌 직접 일어서서 소리쳐야하지 And I'll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout'll count 나도 소리치겠어, 이 소리가 들린다면 Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the ballot Yo 그들이 결산할 거리가 생겼어, 다시 표의 합계를 내 The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw 이건 퍼즐보다 더 퍼즐 같은 일 Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls 낭떠러지를 따라 달려가는 거친 개들 Some of y'all toys let the laughter rip roar 너네들 몇몇은 장난감, 웃음을 크게 들리게 해 Heart felt truth in every lyric I spit forth 심장은 내가 뱉은 모든 가사에서 진실을 느끼게 하지 Raise up time to lift off 출발할 시간을 들어올려 Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board 종이 위에 적힌, 시는 클립보드를 태워 My og, my homey who taught me deal 여러 일을 가르쳐준, 내 갱스터, 내 친구 Said in prayer that's the only time you should ever kneel 기도하며 말했지, 그건 무릎 꿇을 만한 유일한 시간 And that's real, I'm a take it there 그게 진짜야, 난 그곳으로 가져가겠어 [Chorus] |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
*Background* Is this fast or normal speed? Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit And carry out strategic plans to leave wit The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading* Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherfuckin mind [Part Two] [Malik B] It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never act too friendly Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend? Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit And carry out strategic plans to leave wit The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherfuckin mind It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never act too friendly Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss amend Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays foes, and ri-vals, who wanna come this way, they, better pay attention or a penchant not to mention suspension from the microphone, plus the tension Trey-eight oh's will vacate those if there's drama with my henchmen So lamp to my man Mussolini Go get your whole staff, call the calf cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me The lyrics make your head knock Malik B and BlackThought, the dreadlock Mannn, transss-gressin you'll catch lead I, crushin poundin on the drums like King Kong We can ring your bellll, ding-dong! I styles with my vocab-ulary The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary Now you're all desert cause I'ma serv ya like a tray to meet your doom Malik's the boom so you get swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away Yo, hello everybody do I need introduct' I be the mic mercenary very un.. clear to your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear It's known to be Black Butta Baby Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm that I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes while I proceed.. and continue.. to tend to business, cause this is, how I do I'm insane, and go against the grain like freight Never on no nigga dick, cause I'm just too hip Plus I rest where niggaz pack and never act other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double So if you want trouble let's stomp My mission is to flip on comp You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay your dues while I bruise niggaz new for the day shall be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be... I'm on a mission There's somethin goin on |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Chorus - 4X]
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart [Malik B] Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested with more destruction, my vocal eruption was speakin bout corruption with no introduction Approach me with caution cause I spark losses M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin Leavin niggaz stiff like I'm starchin, departin Hollywood Sambos and jokes just like Martin I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud If this a point of life, one I can't afford Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher With more drama than a soap opera Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander Warn every challenger, about the silencer Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar [Chorus] Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart [Black Thought] I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical undergrads, and steady red faces of stone Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative Philly crimin-al, I rhyme my, dirt Tariq already did Buildin this, Fifth foundation in the wilderness Thought-less, trespass and enter Thought's fortress Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches The beat Fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem Fuck stardom, and chickens up in Gotham Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that I stroll through your scenery cocked back Me and Hot Mack, the nine-eight, El Dorado Cadillac Jacks [Chorus] Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Chorus: repeat 4X
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart [Malik B] Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested with more destruction, my vocal eruption was speakin bout corruption with no introduction Approach me with caution cause I spark losses M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin Leavin niggaz stiff like I'm starchin, departin Hollywood Sambos and jokes just like Martin I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud If this a point of life, one I can't afford Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher With more drama than a soap opera Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander Warn every challenger, about the silencer Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar Chorus [Black Thought] I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical undergrads, and steady red faces of stone Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative Philly crimin-al, I rhyme my, dirt Tariq already did Buildin this, Fifth foundation in the wilderness Thought-less, trespass and enter Thought's fortress Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches The beat Fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem Fuck stardom, and chickens up in Gotham Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that I stroll through your scenery cocked back Me and Hot Mack, the nine-eight, El Dorado Cadillac Jacks Chorus |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Black Thought] Bass for your face, highs for your eyes Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job Go up against enormous odds Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony You feel the music know I'm over there probably Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff It's not another sound system rockin steady as us And it's cool (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me They never ride past me, they really comin at me right They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me Just, blast me in your box, play my shit I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains And I'm cool (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
In town [Repeat; x 3]
Something in the way of things Something that will quit and won't start Something you know but can't stand Can't know get along with Like death Riding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways Like they were yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate I know things you know and nothing you don't know 'cept I saw something in the way of things Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the good humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream It was like dat Me talking across people into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picks You could see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling With the ice pick high off his head Made ya laugh anyway I can see something in the way of our selves I can see something in the way of our selves That's why I say the things I do, you know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was proof that God didn't exist" And you told me, "nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still, its like I see something I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams walk which you 'cross town S'gonna die from over work There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shit And you almost believe it Broke and mistaken all the time You know some of the words but they ain't the right ones Your cable back on but ain't nothin' you can see But I see something in the way of things Something to make us stumble Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness I see something and feel something stalking us Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us names You see it and hear it too But you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made it But then we got to argue And the light gon' come down around us Even though we remember where the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro squinting at us through the cage You seen what I see too? The smile that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but can't call its name Ain't it too bad why'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his motha Always say good morning to everybody on his way to work But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling And he didn't even say hello But I knew he'd seen something Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in will And he kept marching faster and faster away from us And never even muttered a word Then the next day he was gone You want to know what You want to know what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I seen something in the way of things" And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other faces And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his child Wandering up the street Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own face Straining to get out from behind the glass Open your mouth like you was gon' say somethin' Close your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, don't you see something else Something cold and ugly Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the drug store at the corner With is head resting uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with And in my eyes too A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird Wit his ass on fire Or the solomNOTness of where we go to know we gonna be happy I seen something I SEEN something And you seen it too You seen it too You just can't call it's name name name name name name name |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Hook] Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta come up with a plan And be there when the shit hits the fan I hope y'all out there understand Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it [Riq Gees] Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist My level headedness make it come off so effortless The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish Back setting it with the answer to your deficit My track record is hot shit, consecutive Smug, I got game just like a record executive A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling Bet on Black Bet these cats that's all gelatin Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin' Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin? Oh, now it's nothin' Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning I flip like my name Turner That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner The raw sojourner for truth The mic burner [Repeat Hook] [Jean Grae] Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in- And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves - So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell Before there was ain't hard to tell The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box Fox logo if your fave is local Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo This is work niggaz [Repeat Hook] [Mac] I made it - ain't nobody believe in me But this rap game is like selling coke legally Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed The profit on kill if you let it Nigga's feeling energetic Wanna rumble - guns will come out Here come the paramedics I'm just trying to live like I've Devin Tired of my people failin' We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy I see things vividly, y'all vision is blurry Even if you hate - through my music you gone love Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
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 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 shit 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' shit 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, gettin 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 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 neglect 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 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 shit 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 niggaz 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 |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
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 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 shit 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' shit 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, gettin nothin but the silent treatment Chorus (+ "Silently bay-bee" at end) 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 neglect 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 Chorus 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 shit 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 niggaz with a lot of dough But I just wanted you to know Chorus (+ "silently" at end) Chorus 1/2 (+ "silently, si-lent-ly" at end) *whistling of music fades away* |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
They wait to plead their case, unknown cast aside.
I love to see their face, can we spare the light? Are we afraid to see the prisoners of history? These beautiful minds, trapped inside. Bring them back to life. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. So dark, but I see sparks, if we don't snuff them out. We gotta light them flame, let them speak their name. Let them reach up to the clouds. Can't eat if we don't feed them. Can't read if we don't teach them. There's no line if we just hide them. Don't just let 'em die. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Oh stars flicker in the distance, lonely out in space. They sing out when we're not listening, because we don't see their face. We can let them die, we can make them high. Hold the little miracles that live inside. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em live. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em read on. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em grow. Let 'em shine on. Come on, let them love. Come on, let them love. Come on, let them love. Yeah. Yeah (let them love) Hold them close, let them know they'll get through the night Ordinary people could be a hero, don't blow out the light. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Let 'em shine. Let 'em shine on. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let them shine on. These lyrics are not available for printing. |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump
We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section, yo... Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar The injurar, preditar of a competitar I send MCs where the paramedics are At first, I'm like "nah", I'm nonchalant from afar Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted So never try to duplicate the skills executed Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue We go an eye for an eye Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die Who will imply that I lack a-biliti? Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather The bad lieu a bring the bad weather So to whoever got riff, let it rest Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex Be on the low shotgun in the Lex With my man low to flex I'm restin where they handle the Tecs And the lyrical vandal is next flow So my man, my mizza, my man M-ilitant, what's the master plan? Once again... Peep the oratory, niggaz bore me with theatrics Moms listen to they daughter story about my packets The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion A soldier at ease, but on post of up most in Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity My alliance bring forth to you an entity Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate Got no time to debate, but hold up wait, sit straight It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted >From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery Allah makes the ground you steppin on shivery Permanent tears run through your thoughts you queers It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dike with stairs When I strike, I stay severe, niggaz stay low in they glare >From over here, my Range Rover square to blast offside Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox I shock your brain with the miscellaneous Who beez the zaniest...nigga with words that are spontaneous? A yo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van Lyrical contraband, controllin your command and... All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0 Gettin cash, get the gusto One time, it's the dynasty flow Runnin it down the line, it's another Yeah, you in tune to another ill 5th dynasty production baby (fading out |
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from The Roots - The Seed [single] (2003)
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin' But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening My spit take critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder Paris, France to Tip and Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya [Chorus: Black Thought |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin' But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening My spit take critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder Paris, France to Tip and Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya [Chorus: Black Thought |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]
Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Still run it up it, liquor in your cup Fucking you up Hang over the banister You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom He make music for the people, people dying to meet him People! We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van ? G-you-E relevant, see how his man do it Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fake the clapping You'll be collasping You softer than the land on legs Transforming the landscape Like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest nigga I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters You may want to test this product like cane smugglers Dis disco shit Popping like Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus] w/o Kweli [Black Thought] I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov I knock the bottle off And knock the model off Gots some non-believers here Some how I'll save y'all Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett Cause you a toy not a soldier yet You better hold your neck You dick smokers get no respect With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks 'cause them crews don't stop them shots It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them They may as well pay, schmuck Introducing the be |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus]
Rock you {*repeat 6X*} Come on {*repeat 2X*} Aiyyo y'all rappers less play, what I'm about to say Will probably hit y'all niggas in a real strange way Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews Willie dank Langston Hughes, put shanks in crews I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since Still in the trench, buzzin off the killin dispense I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense Rhymes is graphic Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist Yes I must confess I'm like Diddy tryin to sink a slug in Elliots chest Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock skully is split it's Black comin You can tell it's a hit, comin to drop you nigga [Chorus] We will Rock you {*repeat 6X*} Yo yall savages is primitive I'm true penmanship Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist Making sound waves Prisoners outta the listeners Legendary magnificent Pope distributors Man I remain lives ahead of the game Slang play off the meter cause its never the same Niggas tell me how they never comin better then frame They love what I say Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true My earning bars arts is martial I'm comin to off you I ain't tryin to argue When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you My niggas wraps give a slice I spit nice fucking around this twice As much as rhythm is rolling a dice To choose one the no |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Its jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half" Boy, we comin' with the action pack On some Dundee shit representin' the outback (Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from 2-1-5 (You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All the way live from 2-1-5 (Across the map, one time for your...) All the way live from 2-1-5 (Its time to react to respond to react to respond) All the way live from 2-1-5: We setting it from south-side pushing this up north From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map Bring it back to respond-react To bring it back to respond-react to this Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga Flash-in Slow-up Oc before you get dropped And closed like a caption Fractional kids don't know the time for action Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon Round of applause then avalanche a clappinPLOW that's what happen, now what's your reaction We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin Specialize in science and math and Original black man Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental defense Rippin your sacks and Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son Simple as addition and subtraction Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one Shorties say they love it with a passion Bring the international charm See a squad I harass REACT You best adapt when I sling this rap Another chapter Before when I have to trap ya Map your whole path out Go get your crowd so we can clap out I drive down streets and take back route- positionin When I'm in your system like glycerin Fans listenin , from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again- on the station with the discipline Solicitin , sometimes illicit or explicit with it then From the deep end where the hills are steep Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap The street mentality mixed with the intellect Personality, hell where I dwell is well Niggas rebellious Bodies are found down in the cellars My man caught a shot to the stomach Now who want it Confronted by these dusty blunted- cats Who act like they don't know that the fact is that they're being hunted A process of elimination Activate your mind with the stimulation Enter your zone with penetration I've seen more horror than Brahm Stroker Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha The sometimes socializer The joke despiser You woke the wiser Dealin with the Roots vocalizer Up in your flesh from south Philly to west I stampede your style I'll compile the bless: 2X Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist A chemist of the hemp The beat pimp The ill Philly resident That's far from hesitant Corrupt like a president Never benevolent But poetically prevalent Cooler than peppermint The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout represent No doubt, its obviously evident I get bent Far from temporary son I'm very permanent Hittin m.c.'s like an intoxicant Sent to prevent Monopoly is my intent The means is what I invent This mental murder pay the rent Lyrically I'm the dominant ingredient The swift extravagant Smooth lubricant Down with the M-the-Ill-itant (ch-ch-ch...) That's the sound of the dynasty chant We surround your camp Assumin the war stance And bring it from the chest Now let's dance M-ILL-ITANT Feel the fifth Gorilla chant Ya'll talk about bodies But you would not kill a ant My skill is amp Would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp When I operate a crop or copulate my game I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hate Peep the logistics Slump your squad of misfits They all get they wrists slit Blast your ass if you insist it Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics Turn your soul and body to statistics In particular I've got that extracurricular Squad in the stash who could be stcking ya Slip and they vicking ya Harass your police commissionar Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout "I need conditioner" That shits deader than niggas with a mortioner A gymnanza(?!) Up in your flesh like plasma Take away your last breathe when you got asthma Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza Hip-hop extravaganza Tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now who's the boss not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem My squad from deuce-four up the West Oak Lane All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name It's like that... M-Ill-itant to fade |
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from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010)
[Dice Raw]
And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Blu] Yo, so what you searching for? From birth Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings Lurking and murk them, got them turning this Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion Or more or less over what the past done passed us Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual blunt Granted, hustling habits on the stumble, the mansion While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn They see he's the bastard for chasing them Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me crazy [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [P.O.R.N.] Life is fiction, competition and contradiction Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it 'Fore it's recruited, then included inside the stupid It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war If you're sick and tired of your access denied Free will died long before Glydes and iPod [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Black Thought] Yo, it's too much strain, phenomenal gain I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain Try'na numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with Contaminating family and close friends Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that Hit me up at black.gov like the government Banana Republican, alien intelligence Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit The stone the builder refused, he need to build with Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick Via satellite, radio, the realness [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio daze |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus]
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents We muscle the language What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement I'm hot brolic call it contagious The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages Is something in the iris and the way I spit That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit Black traumatic, so there you have it My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package Experience is all that is, I'm well established Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage The technique in your reach, if only you could have it For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro Poet for hired pack metal You feel me? [Chorus] [Verse Two: Black Thought] Yo, the load heavy We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, ma |
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