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from The Best Man (베스트 맨) [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Verse One: Q-Tip
I wanna be able to reach an mc and reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with jewels import tools to inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- ary and very necessary to shine legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it like raffle ticket pick and if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital mad up close and personal the first I find to violate, I shall retal- iate with realisms for their whole local we on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing that you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony in fact, it's very therapeutic like B12 hyperdermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it just slightly might miss it when I blast through your section or district CHORUS Verse Two: Black Thought In my formitive by my peers I was influenced until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceI'm on another lev. brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. but they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term 'cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn probably, timelessly I construct the firesome to rip your eardrum for many years to come professional style thinkin' rational to move wise so hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' they cold actin' like heathens when mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup fellas hustlin' picking bricks up fantasizin' about the illest stick up but rip up the jam and we be truly impressed on stage you won't need your tef. vest only a mic with and a mic test and at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess that they can relate with the trials you tribulate or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure tell horors that are true but see cats like you y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo the tear jerker you be that miracle worker whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played we 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
You are all...
We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death. You've been out there, You on the bandstand, You look out there, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see... you see West Germans, You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man. It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture. This is our music. That's bullshit! Why? That's all bullshit. Everything, everything you just said is bullshit. You're complaining about- I'm talking about the audience. That's right. The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like. If you played the shit that they liked, then the people would come. Simple as that. Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art. First section is a scene from "Mo'Better Blues" by Spike Lee. Second section is an unknown comment. |
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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 - Things Fall Apart (1999)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the *vocals fade* |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004) | |||||
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from Blade II (블레이드 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Different Strokes By Different Folks: Sly & The Family Stone (2006) | |||||
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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 Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen we got TJ Swan in the house tonight Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen we got Rahzel in the house tonight Please enter your password [Verse 1] It's the human soundwave straight out your comic book Sound effects blazin through your rhymin' book Just imagine all the time it took for me to master this The Art of Noise is hazzardous Imagine this, every sound from my lips At my fingertips I levitate the audience So ask Brooks and Dres who's got the effects More (?) than Mardi Gras, rugged like Goretex Reach out and touch your whole crew like Nine-x Sprint for the stage cause MC onyx Flip more connects than your internet Rhymes is on time, I'm always on-line Pump this in your Lex coupe, Benz, or Pathfind Reverse the third verse nigga, then press rewind [Chorus:] Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Razhel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) You make the music with your mouth The music with your mouth [Verse 2] Yo yo, I'm takin the world by storm when I perform Arm arm, leg-a leg-a head, watch me transform (Transforming noises) Decepticons! Rainin' on your college ass, this goes on I'm animated, never dorm-ant, so change the format What I'm strong at, Mortal Kombat, so Cheech and Chong that (Fighting noises) Heh, brother damn you! Heh, seems you're pretty good with your kung fu! Now where's my Yong Fu at, my glass of cognac? Digital readout with a comsat, but I'm not that (?) Let's track back, slick wanna eat that, you want my feedback? (Computer noises) Now let's delete that Now repeat that, I'm takin' the streets back like I'm sweep back Think you could beat that? I'm bringin the heat back on the street track (Scratching) Marley Marl bring the beat back! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Rahzel, call me Optimus Prime Third verse, eight bars, ain't no stoppin this rhyme I did this years ago, I guess I'm ahead of my time Computerized, that's my mental design (?) short of Euclid, I'm runnin through clicks with a few tricks An accoustics, John Woo flicks on some new shit Heh, all I wanted was some rice cakes! Rahzel soundwave controllin' your whole prostate [Chorus with variations, till fade |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
And now Ladies and Gentlemen in your right corner
Weighing in at an even 215 pounds Residing from the South Bronx Maintaning 39 wins 40 knockouts and no losses It's the undisputed beatbox champion of the world!! Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X All I know That's a bad motherfucker All I know He's about to drop some shit now All I know [Rahzel] When I first came out many couldn't catch my name Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name Rahzel, now rewind that, (Gargling) slow it down, you'll find that the way I design that, and reverb behind that, not in my contract I'm bustin all over this bitch, while your girl cums Down with the Two-One-Fifth, Illadelph, Dy-Nast' R-double-O-T-S, no need to remind us You're far behind us, tryin to high beam, blind us Catching shinas from a nickle plated niner (Gun sounds) Blastin' holes in your designers This is for you primadonnas cause my persona's like pirhannas I got you second guessin and sweatin like saunas If you learned from the second lesson, no question you want it Change your facial expressions from minutes to seconds to longer God damn it feel good to see people up on it Chorus [Rahzel] Who's the man, Rahzel's the +Man+, so yo, pass the +Method+ 1200 styles, crush your crew without no effort Let me flip my, vocabulary, vocal acrobatics Smack up phone dramatics, I can jam like automatics Nine millimeter, twelve rounds, one in the chamber Russian Roulette, you can bet, there is DAN-JUR Number five in the Billboard, with the bullet One million, in my pile, you know the style, let me pull it cause I'm about to blast ya, take the mic, then harrass ya Switch up speeds, without the weed, then I'll pass ya Nineteen-ninety-nine, octane, because I gassed ya Watch me George Jet, on-you-son, like I'm NASA God damn, like to ?? compare on blaster ?? (shadowboxing sounds) It's the sound affect master "And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me" Chorus [Rahzel] I got your mouth wide open, just like the Grand Canyon I'm Trugoy, to this rap game, I got game Call me Denzel, with the rap name, I got aim "He's on FIRE!!" like a coal in a hot flame plus my Posdonuses, produces, your prognosis Kids doin the chronic from coast to coast kid Death, what the doctor ordered, so say, "Ahhh" Take you +Three Feet High and Risin+, like De La C'est la vie, I'm yo' super MC Got the S on my chest for you to buy my LP Check the outlets for cassettes and CD Sam Goody, Blockbustin' up your H M V Nigga please, ask yo mamma for some cheese Tell her need some restitution like them Vietnamese in Vietnam, cause Rahzel drops the bomb More complex than texts, in your Holy Qu'ran Chorus |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
[Chorus: x 4 ]
I can't stop I really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop Yo, I'm the microphone champion Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambiance is one step beyond Then my song is a correspond with the audience Experience the Renaissance my reason once is really on Wonder Twin powers activate Put the tape on, I can take on any shape, form Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' shitted on You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get it On' Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin' Don Perignon, Shawn Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn Get your grind on, now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station [Chorus x 2] [Woman:] Oh what's wrong Rahzel? You're trying to sing? Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star! Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the microns Turn your website on WWW dot transmission d-d-d-dot sitcom Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-D visually enhanced on your CD-ROM EP-ROM, erasable, programmable and only Memory accessible when your PC's on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong Yo your mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon With a skully cap that stretches three feet long 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong Check this out [Chorus x 4] Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your watch shit Watch this, Baywatch shit Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless Keep the flame up in the cockpit On some New Kids on the Block shit My worse man is nothin' but profit While you keep secrets and gossip The Officer, the Gentleman Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset This is for the players who pop shit Frontin' like you got shit PHD, without the doctorate If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin' over my shit Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid My calisthenics been magnetic since first grade We can battle in the doorway or the hallway We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of Comway We can battle in the passenger seat of your mother-fuckin' Hyundai [Chorus x 4] Doo doo, doodoo doooo Doo doo, doodoo doooo Keep it movin' We're movin' on It's time to get down Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what. |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
{BZzT BRRAAAP TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Alright Rahzel you gonna be alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Okay KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Turn into the car {Kashshshshh *hydraulic noise* *computer beeps* kshs BZZZzt} [Rick] KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] It's Michael a.k.a. Slick Rick the Ruler you alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} {*Rahzel starts beatboxing*} [Rick] Let's go Put my seatbelt on KITT Stop right here, where we at? Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here KITT (Michael's callin .. I have to go) I don't know how we gon' do this Wait right here, I'll be right back (Michael's callin .. I have to go) (Callin the Rick .. I have to go) [Slick Rick] Rap battle one two, one two, check it out All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone Get a little ? while in the pen, still hold the throne Blood is the same for us to spill I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill Around the way with street corner game, Pat Sajak Got kids to feed, you can't stop the paycheck! (Mhmm) A lettergram said that you're ahead of him Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than So know that I'm the flyest, bypass by you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass I shit on a kid wanna vic wanted KITT What's ?? Slick Rick, this one is dead Life's finished, this rapper ?? Me and Rahzel on the record no cat career finished Jump in my car, better buckle up KITT, hurry, get me 'cross town to wreck another club Chorus: Rahzel and Slick Rick "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health (to what?) Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself" Rahzel, what's my name? {Ehh-ehh, ehh-Slick Rick} What's the timeframe? {SIX MINUTES TO DESTINATION} Set the hydraulics {Awwahha, "Ohh my gosh!"} and the low mileage, make sure the car's polished Got all the girls screamin just to hear me flow {Aha-wweeh, "Hereeeee we goooooooo..."} [Slick Rick] No not rich, old boy bougie Car KITT known to get Rolls Royce pussy In front of y'all opponent, the man be arrogant Is there some part of "I can slaughter anyone" that all you don't get? My records, are ??, how dare announce attack us Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass Slick pose with another gold hit By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click .. All assume in the cut Motherfucker even question if I'm human or not! Who that swingin in Seacaucus? The gorgeous, of course it's thoughtless, c'mon KITT, the King of New York is And now it's gettin kind of dark, ?? Westside Highway, park by the Tunnel Bad car horn oinks off the man's points Walk in, niggaz havin a ball off of Rah's joint Chorus 3X |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
To the beat (echoes) [Q Tip talking] Uh what takin' you back. All the way back. On the Rahzel track. [Chorus:] X 2 To the beat and let your mind flow To the beat I let my mind go To the beat it makes your mind flow To the beat (echoes) [Verse 1 (Q Tip)] I let my m i i i i i i nd flow like a river But now Red and Dead sea constantly I MC No conspiracy like Pope and Cons-tinople Makin' tracks by theyself, you know I bless a little vocal Artistry since constipated Nowadays we're with Rahzel, we're glad we waited Now we got you, right in the spot where we want it And every single negative vibe is confronted It's kinda ill when you let your music go free flowin Buildin' on improvised grounds and still growin People work hard, some wanna escape But yo we gotta face the music with ease and with grace Sometimes we look to jams for an inner inspiration Cause the lyrics and the rhythm are the music vibrations Makin things gel like a compound equation Mad sounds culminatin' for one sensation [Chorus] X 2 [Verse 2 (Q-Tip)] Lights, camera, action, get it on Watch the beatbox as he lets the sound form Ain't nobody iller than my man Rahzel So you other beat machines don't stress and get gel A very short suggestion is you go and work harder Give me a Break, my man is phat like Nell Carter With a brother like the (?) on top with the willy We the illy, he's phildeplh we the rusaphilly It's a thunderous move like a herd of elephants And it sounds real raw cause we in our element Like natural, never catch these kids on sabbatical Always up front tryin to give you what you want You see it's very crucial that we stand and deliver Always tryin to rise above and be a good figure And we hopin that you diggin on the rhymes that we wrote Better get yourself together, let's flow, come on [Chorus] X 4 [Rahzel beatboxes til fade |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
You know I love you baby.. suga sista You know I need you baby.. suga sista You know I love you baby.. suga sista You know I need you baby.. suga sista You know I love you baby.. suga SISTA!! You know I need you baby.. I just got home from off another world tour I'm outside in the rain it's beginnin to pour Can't understand why you changed the locks on the door Got all my drawers and socks outside on the lawn What's right is wrong, we used to make love to this song Twice as long, especially when the nights were long Suga even in the dark, or when the lights were on Sista even in the park, lover my life is gone I saw the flaws, now we both grabbin for straws over some love letters you found, in the top dresser drawer I'm missin you more, the sweet scent of Christian Dior Kissin you more, forever ? missin you more We need to communicate and start listenin more Baby from experience, I've been through it before I found the message in a bottle washed up on the shore Signed from, Sincerely Yours, I can't take it no more [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista Sugahhhhhh Sistahhhh! Another episode, had the keys to the Yukon Tried to call her on the celly but she didn't respond Had my finger on redial now I'm callin her moms Kept gettin the voicemail now I'm losin my calm Though she's probably with the next man, wrapped in his arms Probably caught up in the mix, where she didn't belong On the topic of trust, misgivings was leading me wrong On the topic of us, misgivings was treating me wrong Reading me wrong, now we not getting along You never miss a good thing baby until it is gone The thrill is gone, you can hear my heart, spill on this song Wishin Once Upon a Time could stand still on this song If the feelings is strong, then a countermove would be wrong If the feelings is gone, then you know it's time to move on If the feelings is torn, then I was right all along If you think that I'm wrong, then pick my drawers off the lawn [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (Sista.. Sista..) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista Suga Sista, Suga Sissss [Black Thought] At first I came to a halt, it was your fault Had me frozen on the avenue just watchin you walk Up in your presence I was caught, breath, becomin short I had to step to this to let you know you had my support I said, "I'm Black Thought, from out the 2-1-5th Maybe you heard about the Dynasty I do run with Me and The Roots done ripped, from Illadel' across the planet Ya see, we on some shit some find it hard to understand it But back, to what you all about or how you are at What type of Science did you Knowledge was your mental intact?" To converse, at first, let me know you knew the day and time I had to catch you, mentally makin you mine while I'm lookin at you, physical chiseled that of a statue Type of shit to make you travel from Philly to the Big Apple It feels kind of crazy, reminiscin back through No need to sweat the backturnin, keep it on the true and actual As I get into your thought, for all infinity Shower you in masculinity, reinforcin your sense of femininity, bless you with this, the true indentity Nothin but respect in your vicinity Since, the Suga Brown from the level of Foun-dation of ground so together we forever bound We could make, heavenly sounds like a musical blend throughout the bad times and beautiful things, it's like that [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (I'll never turn my back on you, SUGA SISS!) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (Suga Sista, Suga Sista, Suga Sista, Suga Sissss-tah My Suga, Sista, yeah yeah) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista {* music and vocals fades |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Twang twang twang twong I'm from the South I'm a Southern Girl Home of the burning church Don't know much about the world Home of the pocket stones Home of the booty songs Home of the finger wave that lasts All night long Home of the On & On Home of the dominoes Home of the two piece and the cat fight Home of the teeth that's gold Home of the never miss Home of the platinum hits I'm a Southern Girl (Southern Girl) Countryfied Everything I eat is fried Gotta Southern drawl I'm so country y'all Well that's way down South Yeah it's way down low Check my Southern fried style And my Southern flow (Southern Girl) Countryfied I like my Tofu fried Got about a hundred friends That ain't caught on the trends Don't know about the internet (mm-hmm) Don't know about the radio (mm-hmm) Don't know about the television all I know is bout my flow My kinfolk sent me out to make money for the house Hooked up with my boy Rahzel I sure hope the record sell (Southern Girl) Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world Fly as a bumble bee (buzz) Can't nobody fuck with me I'm a Southern Girl From way down South Got a dirty wave Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South (Southern Girl) Twain tiki lang tanga tang tiki tiki (Southern Girl) Twain twain twain ta tong Sounding like a (Southern Girl) Twain tiki tang, tang tatang ding ding (Southern Girl) Ding dingading dong, D.Y. Lil' La-double L.A.D.Y Lil' La-double L.A.D.Y Lil' La-double L.A. yesssssss Mmm, mmm, mmm Yes sir Get them chickens out the yard |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew That you was tryin to get with me (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew She'd probably throw (beatboxes) You out her home (beatboxes) You'd probably be up on apartments all alone (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) This is the tricky part The beat, and the chorus, at the same time (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew If your mother only knew If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? You think it's some other shit going on? I'm gonna slow it down I'm gonna slow it down a little bit so y'all can hear the pronunciation on everything I'm saying Check it out (Slow) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew (beatboxes) |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
You are all...
We don't even come to see our own, man Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat We would starve to death You've been out there You on the bandstand You look out there, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see... you see West Germans You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture This is our music That's bullshit! Why? That's all bullshit Everything, everything you just said is bullshit You're complaining about- I'm talking about the audience That's right The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like If you played the shit that they liked then the people would come Simple as that Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art |
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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)
[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 - 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 - 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 - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh uh, come on, S-P in the Up north into the NYC and the out West And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite Uh check it out, uh uh Yo yo yo yo yo check it out [Chorus] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite Yo, check it out In in tro tro duc ducing The sole missin link, what could MC's who listen think It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing [Elo] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion More than a step-ion Mothafuckers sweatin me, beggin me just to get me on Macro-cosmic, micro-master [Black Thought] Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay People wanna see the way the Illadel play Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your optical Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue This is your official, dismissal I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle Aimed and guaranteed to hit you [Black Thought] Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness [Elo] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean Afro-American slash half-blade-ean In your universe, my star's the most radiant [Chorus] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite [Black Thought] Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5 Plus admission is denied so just wait outside Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde And I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heed You travellin like speed Iller than adventures you might read O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses [Elo] Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so I represent so you gotta squint As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit* [Black Thought] Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit [Elo] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror Back-slappin all the niggas that slept Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear I'm strippin they vi near Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere [Chorus - 2X] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite |
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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 - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought - amidst ad libbing voices]
What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin new, nuttin new.. What? Nuttin new.. check Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new I represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin, check shit out It's nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new... Ghetto related with this hit the whole world awaited Y'all Dorito-head cats that yak and stagnated Black Thought, The Doug E. Most war vete-ran Crown ruler, soul controller of this lyrical land Spliff wizard kid, who is it? Fifth Dinosaur Ghetto, beat detonator Apex my level, NEXT, my complex pattern of speech is like sex I mastered the art of makin you snap the necks And Chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin with The Roots that's as good as it get, Ultramagnet We pull you in a Drag-net then brainwash your click and extort your assets, then roadie all your homies on some old school shit, Roots crew represent [Dice Raw] Life's a gamble, step up and place your bets I drift through space, then make my escape on through the 'net With CD's, cassettes, no C.O.D.'s or checks Straight from the old school, aiyyo Raw's in full effect I'm like, Lex Luthor with rifles filled with kryptonite When you grip the mic it's like -- c'mon kids, let's say goodnight! You don't like me?! But don't even know why should you hate me You scared to face these so I still remain safely confidin, North Phil' where I'm residin Never let an outside nigga slide in This ain't home plate, I dunk on you once inside the paint Flow like this you cain't, take me you out, you ain't! [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, tell me what you could do Yo we drop the funk, and do the shit Yo, head lost, slip in this land, ?big framboix? Spittin it for like whoever demand the answer What's the cure for this hip-hop cancer? Equivalent to this avalanche of black snow, rap flow to get my people thinkin mo', we at the brink of war What does it all mean? What's it all for? With knowledge of yourself, then you're through the first door My people hungry and thirst for more next music explore It's heavenly to your ebony daughter next door So what you think The Roots get the world respect for? The splendid authentic hip-hop that's raw core Severe, world premier, a superior sophomore No doubt, wherever you dwell, that's where the bomb fell Explodin from the imperial en-sem-ble, for real From the ven-ue to the avenue We truly only got respect for a few, y'all ain't sayin nuttin new [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew comin through, tell me what you could do Yo you lookin for me? Nah we lookin for you Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary.. with nuttin to do For you.. yo, lyrical one two Blow up y'all, it's nuttin new, nuttin new [Dice Raw] Look at y'all you just a army ant, I'm a gi-ant, arm fist King of my city, runnin this shit, just like a ty-rant Y'all clowns know what I meant, that's if we at war Then my henchmen, will be at your back door, uhh WAITIN, wise at debatin; trippin over Legos Runnin up the steps and lookin for a weapon But you come out wavin a white flag; that's why I just backslap that ass like Shaq did Ostertag Either take me or be taken, you think I'm goin down? PSYCH, the jury, they're still deliberatin I got half of they kids, tied up in a basement Nah I'm just playin yo but that's how I'm playin doe Dig what I'm sayin yo? D-I-C-E Shove a mic in your mouth, like Ted DiBiase When you come sloppy, fuck is y'all tryin to do? Y'all into, some wack shit, and ain't sayin nuttin new [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew comin through, tell me what you could do One two, one two, yo.. we lookin for you One two, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent, Fifty Dynasty crew Check it out, what? Well one-two one-two, one-two Knahmsayin yo? It's nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary.. Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew, tell me what you could do You lookin for me.. we're lookin for.. one-two, one-two Ha hah HAH! Y'all ain't sayin nuttin new Wha-wha-one-two, one-two Represent the legendary Fifth.. knahmsayin? Blowin your vent, yo, content yo, it's like that |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [Black Thought] We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit The magnificent, rapper's run from it All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it MC's in my circumference, is confronted son Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it [Mos Def] Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet All you high noon riders better rally at the summit It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th [Black Thought] You better get your rest cause the next day comin Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken [Mos Def] Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolve of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless [Black Thought] Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses I burst your verses, your words is worthless Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose? [Mos Def] I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry [both interwined] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These gased up niggas just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner Now you niggaz can't make pole position Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven [Black Thought] Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme) From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time I swing from chandeliers and wall climb And specialize in warfares of all kind A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme But half the time, they run it down one of mine Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined [Mos Def] What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized Melt down all of your artificial lies Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5 Swine like mono and diglyceride My vocals got texture, you just texturized I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get flown like fly by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die [Black Thought] Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin Give me the mic, we on that again b-boy business, off the top actin and battlin Servin them cats that forgot But don't get too close, because you might get shot [both interwined] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now? [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control, of the body and brain Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane It's just two bad brothers who will never quit Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest Non-stoppinest, _Fortified Live_ survive the apocalypse Rhymes we say, the perfect blend Because we know how to rock when the beat come in Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen Here we go, here we here we here we go Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Two years ago, a friend of mine Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen... |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the *vocals fade* |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Dice Raw]
Yo, look at all the scavengers All wannabe contenders Dismember, wack niggaz I intend ta Y'all ain't shit but sticky shit on the bottom of Timber-lands I know you clam heads wanna surrender Don't even act like the battlefield the place you wanna enter Yo niggaz is hopeless, you really need to focus On who's the fuckin dopelist or wind up hopeless Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup some fuckin loot, only thing you get is the boot To me these punk MC's is nothin but fruit Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head with lyrics that I kick, talkin that bullshit You might get lit like a front of a spliff for runnin, off at the lips talkin that nonsense Raw get on stage, take your confidence Break you off since powerful defense *fades* |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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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 The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
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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)
[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)
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 Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[4X]
I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away? Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away? Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass Back in eighty-seven Easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella Walking down the streets to the subway where i lay Til the train stop then a nigga hop Used to do the pop dance to the planet rock At the block party everybody jocked [who me?] It's the MC sucka niggaz envy I got my contract in 1993 and I shall proceed [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb That nigga represented on the 28th of June I'm representing philly on the 28th of June I can make you feel that i'm a surreal cartoon with my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face Because i'm on a paper chase, yes i'm on a paper chase My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman With records from 125th to Japan I laid them play like Johnny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man My niggaz is my niggaz ya see she didn't understand I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think Just think, what? What if you could, just blink, what? Just blink yourself away? [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic Malik B get on the mic yo there's too much on my mind [say what?] Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme Fuckin with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime I can make a hundred yard line start to dash I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash I can make Conan and the Titans clash I can Metallica and guns 'N Roses crash Used to smash crash parties like i was disturbed Used to make plots against the herringbone herb But now, all I do disperse the verb And like a nerd i can make you say, "He's superb" Word is perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret I move styles like bowels so now you know i'm worth it Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme So you know I got the sheen in my gleam [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic |
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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 - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Bass check 1-2
Keys check 1-2 Drums check 1-2 Its the roots, Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, And if you dig it let me hear your mega snap y'all, Gods thought y'all, he on the keys right, Lenoard Hubbard y'all he's on the bass right, y'all, he's on the drums right, Now who I am (beat box) Black thought. (beat box) Everybody say the name of this jam y'all [Chorus] Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman I'm the (beat box) Rhyme displayer. The vocal (beatbox) Player. (beatbox) I won't chill, (beatbox) So show us some freakin skill. Now, wait a sec, You got a (beatbox) Rep. So, the jam, The name of this jam, [Chorus] We got to blah, bring it on, Steve cole is, on the horn. In case you thought my guard was caught, My name is (beatbox) Black thought. I'm from the...roots clan, Say common is my (beatbox) Man. We got to (beatbox) Rock the jam! [Chorus] Be-doop get a taste, Of leonard, bang! hubb on the base. He, plays it sweet, He doesnt boom, don't lose the beat. Your words you heard just what I said. So leonard's freakin' with my head, But yo he's boom, bang still my man. Rockin' the (beatbox) The name of this jam [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLLINS, COLEMAN, AHMIR THOMPSON, JAMES GRAY, TARIQ TROTTER, LEONARD HUBBARD, JOSH ABRAMS, STORCH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the |
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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 - 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)
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 - 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 - Phrenology (2006)
CHORUS:
Comin to break you off I'm comin to break you off 1st verse Bad misses throwing raspberry kisses on me You looking for direction girl I feel your vision on me Just don't let him see you sweatin we ain't 'sposed to be involved Knowin when we get it off girl I mean it all Keepin ya pheenin til you're taken and tossed And when I'm breakin it off there's no denying the fact it's strong Cuz you got a man who's probably playin his part You probably breakin his heart He's trying to figure the reason you gone Is it cuz he's superficial? Or is he too submissive? Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic? Or is it cuz you really couldn't see a future with him All he bout is paper never took the time to choose or listen You wanna get gripped up, flipped and thrown And get strictly shown The way to get in the zone. Of course, Dealing with this you won't be taking a loss You need to leave him alone and roll With the one who's breaking you off Chorus 2nd verse Brother down the hall The one you bound to call Workaholics are really I'm rarely around at all What we started got serious reprecautions in court We had a chance to turn back, but look now it's what Late nights twistin something Listenin to Neicey sing She got the beef for you telling me you deeply Appreciate the company, time we spend I feel the same, it's a shame you ain't my girlfriend Cuz listen, you need a brotha with the physical fix Who come through in the mix For you with no head tricks or fraud You need a new position and who can get you open Like eucalyptus and have ready to go for yours Come on and wo |
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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)
[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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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
Dancin on the dance floor
Girl it's you that I adore Step on stage and scream for more All I see Pussy Galore Snap my fingers make you mine If not I'll snap a 2nd time. After that I guarantee you will be standing next to me An old head once said, |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
(Jill Scott)
I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) You're physically in this, but how can we tell If we was meant to be in bliss if you're not mentally as well This energy you're sending me is tricky as hell Usually it's like a 50/50 we can take an L Before we start things At this point being apart brings The feeling of somebody plucking at your heart-strings I know it probably shouldn't feel like this But any other woman I see is in your likeness It's from your cheekbones... To your lips... To your curves... To your deep moans... To that walk... To your words... Your love feelin' like a breakdown on the verve First we on good terms, then you're on my last nerve Got my back just aching My Shoes is all tight It's too complex when we choose to do it right It's wrong One minute you a soldier - strong Then you turn around talking 'bout its over and gone. (i swear to god...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) When your boyfriend's in town it's bound to be trouble, love His name Black and he known to be a lover of Gettin' it on with my smokers jacket on Eyes racin' back and forth Listening to Chaka Kahn Tryin' to Figure the cause Why you always hackin' off Like I'm slackin' off Maybe our signals getting crossed What the case, love? You feel like you makin' a waste of Your precious time? - You need to get a taste of Some space to breathe, a moment as friends We shoulda felt ourselves slippin' into it again 'Cuz it's like Off and on, on and off Passion - Lost and found, found and lost Clashin', askin' for nothing but understanding Your heart's made of glass, use care in handling Girl - all-in-all I never leave you stranded 'Cuz my respect you commanded (you figure it out...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) I used to come into the party And stand around 'Cuz I was kinda too shy to really get down I used to, play the corner And watch the scene Deep down, knowing I wanted, to find me a queen And I can feel that in my stomach And up in my chest Because I knew a lot of women, and some was fresh But then I found you, girl and just like me You had a heart that was yearning to be set free Now listen See you and me need to take the time To erase any doubt that's inside your mind Its not a mountain that I'm ever too tired to climb And who's counting? - But I know at least a thousand times I let you know I'm here for you, care for you, and confide in you Break bread, share with you and provide for you And that's full time - it's no 9 to 5 with you That's why I'm tryin' to work it out with you (Let's go.) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Jill & Black) La da da da Da da da da La da da da Da da da Da da da da Da (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More |
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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 Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives (Hook:) Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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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 - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Chorus: sung 2X] I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin The drumline bangin away Make one move and I'll blow you away One false move and I'll blow you away [Black Thought] Yo - I don't really know but somebody said that the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head And the po-lice know that the green black and red too strong to con-trol, they study what I said Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate I couldn't care less what you feel what you say Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! You know I'm certified sick I came from the corner where nobody got shit Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble "A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example [Chorus] [Black Thought] Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us You in a hot area for marchin powder If you holdin chowder, just walk without it Them real crook brothers don't talk about it They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem They made a lot of money, they money never made them The game of survival is filled with rivals Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you And have you up in somethin that dont' really involve you But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know [Chorus] [Black Thought] Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin They shut shit down before the law start shuttin Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it But move to the music he can live through the record I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer by the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Chorus] Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Black Thought] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeah it would be cool it could be too Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel Living a lie eventually believing it's true A lot of people here for us one could be you It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors A favor for a favor man, this is the majors Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's What you gone do when the poliece state vegin Well it already began but I guess it depends on what's really going on what's happening, huh Military target practicing They finna write another patriot act again The days is short the nights is long The fight goes on The pistol and the pipes are drawn Hook: The middle of the night We fight like barbarians In sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste Of our time And I think you would be right Till he drop that rhyme (Repeat) And some might say that it's a waste of time Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem Its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving They only wanna see us occupying a coffin Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving From trying to get over, get under, get even Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy We got to get it right It ain't about to be easy You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely Pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me (Repeat Hook) |
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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 - 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 Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives Hook: Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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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 - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Black Thought] Yea we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all The game is locked we down to the eight ball The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature I'm somthin' like a threat to y'all space cadets 'Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh I give you somthin' high voltage double dosage Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder Re-gees (refugees?) not another man takin' us under Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing Might say black my give you a code name Round my neck see the microphone hang Have your lady lips singin' like on soul train The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant Black, one man army move in on your squadron You sittin' still you know you a target You heard you better duck down! [Black Thought] Yea we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's what it's headin' for The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ?ball? I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore I'm creatin' a circumstance that you a victim of The rebel or the renegade out on the quest The super black man runnin' wit a S on his chest And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress You think it's sweet tryin' to eat, you ain't taste this yet So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness Thoughts cold and heartless makin' me nauseous Gettin' more remorses for what I done If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run You see the liberty is free but just for some How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun For the call, trust your fam' and trust nobody at all Seein' brothers gettin' struck down You better duck down! |
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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 - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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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 - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus]
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media 거짓된 미디어 [Black Thought] If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it 만약 이룰 수 없다면, 강탈해서 뺏겠어 Either that or me and my children are starving and naked 그게 아니면 나와 내 아이들은 굶주리고 발가벗겠지 Rather be a criminal pro than to follow the Matrix Matrix를 따르느니 차라리 프로 범죄자가 되겠어 Hey it's me a monster y'all done created 안녕, 난 너네가 만들어낸 괴물 I've been inaugurated 난 취임됐어 Keep the bright lights out of our faces 밝은 불빛은 계속 우리의 얼굴 밖을 비춰 You can't shake it, it ain't no way to swallow the hatred 흔들 수 없지, 증오를 삼키는 건 좋은 방법이 아냐 Aim, fire, holla about a dollar, nothin in sacred 겨냥, 발사, 돈에 대한 외침, 신성한 건 없지 We gone pimp, the shit out of nature 우린 부자연스러울 정도로, 멋을 부려 Send our troops to get my paper 우리 군대를 보내 돈을 벌어 Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers 그리고 고층 빌딩에선 떨어져있으라고 전해 Ain't long for you get y'all acres 너네들이 땅을 얻을 때까지 오래 안 남았어 I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster 누가 국제적인 갱스터인지 보여주겠어 Sentence me to four more years, thank you 날 4년 더 가둬봐, 고마워 I'ma make you feel a little bit safer 조금 더 안전한 기분을 안겨줄게 Because it ain't over 아직 안 끝났거든 See that's how we get your fear to control you 그래서 우린 네 두려움으로 너를 조종하는거야 But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier 하지만 군인보다 더 조종이 잘 되는 사람도 없지 And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure 그리고 어떻게 니 아이가 평정을 유지하길 기대하는거야 When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again 온갖 종류의 생각들이 노출을 위해 다시 싸웠는데 [Chorus] 3X America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? (repeat 4X) |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus A] 4X
This is a game 이것은 게임 I'm your specimen 난 너의 재료 You've got to let me know baby 넌 나한테 알려줘야해 So I can go, I'd have to fake it 내가 갈 수 있게, 속여야할지도 모르지 I could not make it 성공할 수 없어 You could not take it 너도 뺏을 수 없어 [Black Thought] Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that 그래, 어디서부터 시작할까, 보다시피 난 그것의 일부분 Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack 아랫동네 Philadelpia, 심장마비보다 훨씬 더 현실로 다가와 It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack 코카인이 퍼지기 전까진 그렇게 심한 것도 아니지 Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac 이젠 달력 한장 한장마다 밤에 시체가 발견돼 Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at 경찰들이 불만을 품는 밑바닥 Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at 아웃사이더들이 자기 지갑 때문에 총에 맞는 곳 I had nothin but I made somethin outta that 난 아무것도 없었지만 그래도 뭔가 만들어냈어 Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack 난 Charlie Mack처럼 리무진에서 처음으로 나와 From 215 it's him the livest one 215에서부터 그는 최강이었지 And he's representin Philly to the fullest 그는 최고로 Philadelpia를 대표해 Blacks the realest Black은 최고 You can't touch him and not for nothin 넌 그를 건드릴 수 없어, 어떤 이유로도 If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it 만약 힙합을 좋아한다면 사랑해야하지 If not then fuck it 싫다면 좇까 I'm still handlin 난 여전히 잘 다뤄 Smokin more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's Redman과 난폭한 MC들보다 더 마리화나를 피우지 And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species 내 이름은 Rick Gees, 넌 멸종 위험에 처한 종 For what I do I'm about to up the fees 내가 하는 것들은 돈을 올리는게 목적이니까 I'm paperchase motivated I ain't the one to play with 그래 돈에 의해 동기부여가 돼, 장난칠 순 없는 사람 These cats get set ablaze 이놈들은 불이 붙어 You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay 너네들은 맘대로 못해, 하지만 난 돈을 걸겠어 Just smoke og and get cabbage all day 그냥 마리화나를 피우면서 지폐를 늘리는거야 The way thought play causes your main thing to say 내 생각의 방식은 니 주된 부분이 말을 하게 만들지 Your style so splendid you bout your business 네 스타일은 아주 빛나, 넌 비즈니스에 충실해 You arousing my interests 넌 내 흥미를 돋구지 You sharper than a Shogun Shogun보다 날카롭지 You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin bout 어떻게 하는건지 알지, huh, 게임은 내가 무슨 얘기를 하는지 알아 [Chorus B] Hus, that's short for hustlers Hus, 그건 갱스터(hustlers)의 약자 We Black Inc Raw Life productions 우린 Black Inc Raw Life 프로덕션 Tryin to find our spota amongst the ruckus 이 난장판 속에 우리의 자리를 찾으려고 애써 And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters 바보는 제거해, 벼룩 같은 바보들과 머저리들 Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus 오 그래, 잡아버리자 Hus, 잡자 Hus, 잡자 Hus [Black Thought] Hey yo I'm tryin to get it at any cost so it's no remorse Hey yo 난 어떤 값을 치르고라도 잡으려고 해, 후회는 없어 When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it 니가 요구한 것처럼 난 발사돼 When Black step in the door all hats is off Black이 문 안으로 들어오면 모두 모자를 벗어 Your hands up in the air goin back and forth 넌 손을 위로 올려 앞뒤로 흔들어 I'm about ready for a classic massacre 이제 전형적인 대학살을 준비하지 I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa 아프리카에 Shaft가 있을 때보다 더 뜨겁게 만들게 Jump outta a black Porsche huffin a fat cigar 검은 Porsche에서 뛰어나와 빵빵한 씨가를 피워 Night ridin on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff 마치 성이 Hasselhoff인 것처럼 그들을 밤에 덮쳐 Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full 투표 결과 넌 성공은 힘들대, 왜냐면 내 교실은 Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves 반대자, 사기꾼과 도둑들로 가득하니까 All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave 그게 내게 준 건 떠날만한 좋은 이유 뿐이었어 And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and weep 너네들이 읽고 울 수 있게 벽에 글을 써놓지 Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell 왜냐면 난 신의 힘이자, 지옥의 분노니까 You'd rather head for the hills and save yourselves 차라리 언덕으로 가서 니 자신을 구해 My Man rip drums like He ringin the bells 저기 내 친구는 벨을 울리듯 드럼을 두들겨 The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film 이 왕국의 왕, 너도 그가 영화에서 그의 일을 하는 걸 봤잖아 Come on [Chorus B] [Malik B] Dreams when M16's with infrared beams 적외선 빔을 단 M16이 대통령의 Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene 집을 석유 캔과 함께 폭파시키는 꿈 Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine 전략적인 패턴으로 리무진을 하이잭하고 Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean 내 적을 박살내, 카리브해로 향해 Militant guerilla camp is ready for war Militant 게릴라 캠프는 전쟁할 준비가 되어있어 Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four 니 구석 얼굴은 아래로, 보석들, 돈과 44구경은 내려놔 When I score prepare for toture 점수를 따면, 고문을 준비해 Fuck around and make your town Warsaw 함부로 놀다간 니 동네가 바르샤바가 되지 I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell 난 Illadel 출신, 킬러들이 있는 곳 My technique is to ambush you guerilla style 내 기술은 널 게릴라 스타일로 습격해 My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe 내 본능은 살인고래의 그것, 머리에서 발끝까지 마구 쳐대 With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal 9mm처럼 챙기는 가사들로 말야 My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal 내 타입은 범죄자로 바뀌어진 잠재적 정신력 Importing heroin internash from Senegal 세네갈에서 수입해온 헤로인 A soldier takes a stripes from a general 이 용사는 장군에게서 승급을 받지 Used the mike of iron or lead 강철 또는 납의 마이크를 쓸테니 You choose your mineral 너도 니 재료를 선택해 [Chorus A] |