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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op Freestyle all the way son Dice First of all let's talk about these ill capers And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships But then the bible never saved shit I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date put your title to waste Dominant al grace, from a place called wild Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency Consist in currency, my pockets never empty Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door So you should prepare, for al terror that's pure Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw The matador, shorty conniseur Stompin whatever you build to the floor Similar to that of a dinosaur I told you I'm the rap predator You insist to imitate, what for? Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented for a fuckin record deal Comin with somethin veterans can't feel I hit you like a steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of the C-L-O/N-E-S fess The phoniest cats is felonious (word) Dice Raw the juvenile ist corner store terrorist Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique Leave a nigga s , to the point, he won't speak Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before? You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown You'll come through this like a smurf I got you rollin stop off the earth Represent while I been like this since birth And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier Don't come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win lose or draw to the jaw take one Deranger al launcher, or station No conversation is needed, my task completed Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle Spill these words and form into a sprinkle cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz Just tie your name next when I start to X Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex I annihliate your type if you violate Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
The concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the flow If you know like I know then you know the motto That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to goIn the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry is set like a U.F.O. The maestro, the lyricist concerto My physical play the role of a vessel The level of my lyrics law manifesto My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts of a gorilla stronger than Samson Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just stimulate you like the best sensimilla The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe- -reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the you lose your balance when the sound hits ya So check for the, fifth militia A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher And take advantage of ya because you amateur Styles gunning down your sound man and manager What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war we spar reactionThe implorer, the universe explorer Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora With styles that's newer than the world order Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant You fold like Japan's futons and fans While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian I crush a mountain into grands of sand Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand The desperado, that refuse to follow The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle I deep like the dark of the night Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's plain I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist inside the , niggaz is bringin nothin for us As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war we spar reaction |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Better believe---- it cause it is co --- min ------
You wan't believe the site you see before eyes --- You wan't believe the site you see before eyes --- Just push the panic button on your remote control Then enter the zone where our patrolers will get round cold soul Diddly Bo leave for feelin a saga foretold Who got caught pon the block for gold got the old Heads froze - they peepin outa closed windows They not secure as they supposed I watched it all unfold Well this another episode with titanic panoramic view is dismantle depressin um - load with this gun hold Wild like a sun sold for cash Guns traded for sensi and hash crack for ass Entire crews pass not making the news flash Brews pass a memory and spark not to blast Whatever have transform to the war path Pure wrath from north down to 24th and Task Games store the half the niggas you were prayin the streets Tainted with camoflouge - guerilla sabotoge My cousin's da ratatard was livin tight large Got caught then blast crashed off on Broad and Lambar So many so called hearts scared they burried in the yard Lick shots at Babylon de one comfy bombard Kids run far from traditional credit cards scams Veterans is nipped in the butt with large plans Stick up kids is jumpin outta played the Dodge Rams to jam You and your man it's mad drama and -This is for all of my niggas that are RIP You ain't missin of life ain't what this should be I pass a car soon you know who's the enemy Lots of shit has changed and it's kinda fucked up to see You remeber Top C nigga think slice of dream Yo I'm fast for the buck do anything for the cream Never seen a case like this although it's quite contageous He even got his little bother actin all outrageous >From dusk to dawn and from dawn back to dusk They do anything and everything tryin to come up It's kinda sicknin how the cash is so fucking addicted And when I say some bout they say that that's conflicted Ain't nothin but a contradiction in this world we live in Cause the loot is for the takin and not for the givin Then ya got this world well I say I'ma die hustlin Fuck everybody except my brother who I'm trusted in I guess the couple just did not know the truth Cause the following week I seen threw him of the roof And sometimes I wonder what the fuck I think about that How nowadays kids get whap for somethin less than a pat But I guess that's how it goes when there ain't no more rap Thought he was his borthers keep but fuck all that Niggas causin mayhem from the p.m.'s to a.m.'s Americas worst nightname guns against hands It was the year a 84 I was tryin ta get in the mix The year the niggas roll with sheepskins kitcells and kicks Even got the patten leather Adidas snatched of your feet Man that talk is cheap the cripled can't walk for weeks The first sto was word to Penn and Teller's Strolled in the dollar house parties and search for Cinderella Was just a little man real bold Tryin to act grown and old so da respect can be shown A Hip Hop a little copped in and break dancin' When niggas wore wind breakers plot to take lamb skins Remeber Zigglers? Uptown the bottom to Natrona and St. Charles in South Phil the ooh mob gang H-R-M Ogontz Ave. Brickyard to hollow Niggas was snatchin gazzeles and flippin pockets for tha dallo You run ya little wolf chain in West Oak Lane And niggas from Logan came to extort we know tha game You proclaim this gangster bullshit talk And never even seen your man shot a bodies in charge Aggravated assualt another weekend in the precinct Take everybody for their ring man that's how we think Back then you catch a sucker punch off guard Niggas will pull you card tryin to walkaround all hard Niggas quick to flip your pockets if you lip service When you see fifty niggas deep with scully's get nervous It ain't no tellin what they could do to you So you clutch up thinkin you knowin you gettin stuck up In another episode in my area code It's another episode in my area code |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape
All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blackness Then I act this way the beast unleashed Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace But it's deceased now only lives the true realance Open up the mental deaths you rented through my palace My thoughts contain the plus sign plus the malice Not equating to your Wonderland so fuck Alice My style is hostile on the external But got plenty of love and warmth that's internal The sin coronal Surfaces from whispers from the lower My noun like arks and 950 years of Noah You're arch rival You burn a cross I burn the bible Because I'm liable, to do this When my actions true this But I'd rather choose to use my diction Resurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixion Stay up in your jurisdiction (say what?) My depiction is the drama Though these eyes I've seen the trauma Homicides in the source that was phenomenal When I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominal Met with Jesus to learn to Burns not commical At times this thing ain't logical I gots to walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop My mentals in flame your brains will drain When I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slip I think quick so check my methodology My stylagy is more ranty than anthropology Between your raw legs like it's gynecology You and your sorry ass style needs an apology Cause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurology These niggas kill me actin' like stars fuck they astrology Imagin' with my badge I snatch the pagent Turn your city to a smashing and grab it Now it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than Elisha That backslap the ass like your father Why bother? Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughter Mind of a bachelor to a master What I thought that leaves you flabbergasted Ask you what's the matter bastard? These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast it You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin' The only deacon is death when ya left wounded Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick I done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin' Contemplatin' and trying to get me for the takin' That's why I walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop At times I feel as if could pull a kamikaze Illuminatti probably in the civic center lobby They seeds in the world student body probably Creatin' missles they got my child holdin' pistols Knowledge and understand will make a man murder Stand further fuck all the swine plus they hamburger No hallucination the lieutenant plus Illitant arean murder that's mental Credentials is I am a hell residental with fire for the presidental Officially it's havoc in the temple I terrorize the heavens bring on the renaissance With the seventh the civili the reverence reprimand The deacon keepin' 'em from speachin' Tell 'em seeks the false preacher and I step like a shadow on your way to hot concrete And ovserve my peoples in the essence every weekend We wonder what the fuck is school teachin' Intoxicating soldiers at chaotic times reachin' The dynasty is slim But they only resemble what's when we attack That split your back then we extort your speciamen I put this in your system like lesser than Then manuver mentally for men internal medicine I hold the fort down with Malik symoblic To the mind of word that's Islamic The killer force as I deposit dealin' with logic I keep my brain on cock it don't stop Bad lieutenant, M-Ill-it-ant feel the fifth guerilla chant. Come through. ? |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
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 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)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 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 refinedContemporaries 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 stickingI 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 nowMCin 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 itLyrically 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 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... ...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 - 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 - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
If you seen it or heard it,maybe probably I did it
maybe or maybe not,I'll admit what I committed exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why I had no disguises,no verdicts,no alibis Look into my window,tell me what you see m-ill-i-tant school of philosophy when niggaz get dealt wit mental velocity connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes we represent hypocracy,it ain't no stopping me until I fulfill the term of my prophecy my attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban who get grazed by the bullet? triggers,who's quick to pull it? the anti-bullshitter,islamic extortioner you're the forfeiter unfortunately niggaz who wanna gyp me I cause humidity so come and get me I'm simply,the cat to lay back I chill and what you the silent ninja intends to injure,now I got you sanity was lost so now I'm found insane I'm seeking streets to jeeps hours,days,to weeks I even speak to geeks I hold my fortune,it's sweet I'm discreet in the streets,but that's just the way I play though I lay low,but over your head just like a halo hell's angel,these thoughts you cannot untangle when I drop jewels,niggaz they wear 'em like a bangel check it out one time for your mind like that (Black Thought) Look into my window tell me what you see lieutenant university of philosophy while you not possibly escaping what I'm meditating my shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educating your dome's resonating from inhalation of darkness while I spark the smart shit from what you waiting since you waiting me at the top of the pile wild delaware file,pennsylvanian,sub-terranean style step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the champagne king like evelyn leaving you leveled and sabatoged,it's all camaflouge like the devil and guns and coke peddling,olympic medaling flashback that of a war veteran,blast at the programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back on some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop that swooped down through your roof without sound on a al Nat Turner mission,reacting off of intuition continuously alert,no intermission if your ears hurt,you shouldn't listen that means you artificial and my style'll poison your brain tissue your inanes are crippled once the gamma rays hit you my grains habitual and I should never go against the ritual I've been mastering ever since I was among the flavor youth,remain sharper than a saber tooth my deliverance is self-evidance vi-tal,lyri-cal science NOW!!! Who knows what you snorted or who support what you recorded but don't get it distorted,in this orbit you're aborted shit's imported,exported styles,they get sported my paragraphs aortic behold the illest medely got you in the choke hold illadel epilouge,top league plus plush in Vogue slice tongues from your area code student of life with the rugged exterior mode blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine I walk the thin line and hold mine,let the people respond it's mind detect mind swine decline let the power refine build like it's 1999 in this day and time the reptillion rooms,the sextillion tons your armageddon gwan come from the sun untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some to understand so y'all sit back and wonder damn I like to take this time to show you who I am original man,Black Thought,aka lieutenant Malik B'll be the m-ill-i-tant known to vanish in the atmosphere we up there like the stratos |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Check it out, one two
M-illi-tant I be the, alias Malik B Internationale rationale All the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly And on, et cetera Check it out, check it out Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members Dig it, cool calm collect in my perspective Search the premises, I leave no clues for detectives My verbal impact across your back slap You talk about you see me, but your vision's full of cataract It don't matter that, your glass house I shatter that Bad luck I walk under now show me where the ladder at Pull up the urinal organs up in your bladder cat Approachin you with shriller rhetoric, as if you had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it with ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with a zort Change your strategic plan, my man's getting bored Your vocal chord is fraudulent, and not the true porcelain I bring the fire, earth, and the source of wind The force of sin will endorse the pen We all search for sanity, but I think that it was lost again Now which stick of artists, can be the smartest My beam of sunlight shines the brightest in the forest Regardless, artists dislike because I'm ? Control the temper, makin MC's whimper I tilt the Earth from off the axis in the center Next I'm in the womb like a placenta M-Illi-Tant the city ninja, uplift cause I'm the soul avenger, remember I'm no great pretender Strategis, I bet y'all niggaz can't believe this I read you like a whole avenue that's filled with meters parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how niggaz cat-walk over my pit of venom and send em to the asphault For inquisitives, who wanna try to test me What protects me, will make you shake like epilipsy Plague your neighborhood with al le-prosy Stimulate more than Ecstasy y'all niggaz check my recipe Dig it, I must observe it, analyze when I'm chillin Peep out who's the villain then make your whole pavillion of a Sicilian, excuse the greed don't want a mill' I want a zillion - stacks of Franklins to the ceiling I counts stacks imported, fuck the yacht and the mansion I want Pluto and Jupiter, political, universal expansion Buy out Tommy and Halle Hanson Kidnap America, ? you hold it for ransom Pass it down to my grandson, I got no time to be romancin Only time's for mental food and advancement This game of Life is strictly chancein - get to know the nature before I get know the nigga while I'm glancing Enhancing, is my mental - I play in the midst a squad a team most crews is not in the halfs of rentals My utensils, display a whole variety Even when in the cut niggaz can't cut they anxiety Peep, I fill your brain with suspicion, pay attention like you paid tuition, and stop all your bull-ishin The rap chemist in the lab to the finish The mic is my apprentice, cause I can't stand courts or tennis, my pigmentation is the menace That's why the system's always tryin to pursue with a blemish Pale asses, think a nigga in this My flow's tremendous, for the meal you can't replenish The question you ask me, situation get worse Fam I won't befriend ya, cause I'm no great pretender It's like that, one time for your mind Fifth Dynasty, interwine and combine M-Illi-Tant The Bad Lieuten-ant One hundred X, Bahamadia Minds and souls, like that Fifth Dynast', my man ?, P.R. Star My man Slick Looka Check it out, one time like that Feel the Fifth The One-Fifth attack Your backbone and spine Check it out Brother Q.U.E.S.T. South Philly, ? |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
I woke up in the darkness at 12:17...to shots and sirenes
Look out the window, peep the high beams Now they searchin, the cops lookin for the person... That pulled the trigga Medical figures is nursin the kid that got shot Some innocent ak that would front To flip the rock on them at King Street block I tried to tell him to stop cuz yo, it's ghetto red hot Similar to the blood now floodin his top I take a step out the spot, to the point of attack And see the shorty wop heart blast out his back Damn, I'm thinkin it don't cease, it's no more peace Police level increase, but what the fuck... It's still crime on the streets I can't breathe, now what's goin on? One minute you alive, the next, you're gone Illadel-P-H-I-A Hell Bust off into the heavens for the nigga who fell And hit the L, for the niggaz who fell When that could have been prevented In front of the flat your moms rented And no one expect that from you, cuz you was timid Fuckin with them cats from outside city limits Funny how this whole thing changed, an off minute Yo, dig it, Panic!!!!! None of this is ever granted Drownin in a nightmare, stranded |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yeahh..
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark - check it outSoutheast to Pennsylvania, Transporation Authority is what I'm probably on, if I ain't whippin a Land throughout ya sec-tion, my mind's in traum' Nine times out of time I rhymes upon the L Train Within my brain, foun-tains over rugged moun-tains of my terrain, diggit I came too far to front So I'm meditatin on how to maintain Stepped off at City Hall into the rain; and ran into my nigga named Dane - I mean Hakeem And we was buildin on how we could organize the team for this capital gain bein that we in the rap game It's time to have it all, he said he figured he same We realized this a planet of CREAM, to obtain when the predominant rap, conglomerate rap spark the flame Hark the name, The Fifth from the Ill-Power Hill at that He dropped me off within the streets of South Phil' Where niggaz think that killing's living real Shorties is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it We don't sweat it, by The Fifth you get beheaded I pivot through my borough givin pounds to the dreaded At the lye spots I got credit; could run em down in alphabetic-al order it's sorta pathetic Yo, I'm livin life within a labryinth of nonsense This is a consequence of being Philly residents Tryin to get it on, the rhythm gettin shitted onThe exquisite I exhibit to shine, yo C'mon.. To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark - check it out Verse Two: Malik B I walk through this field with 'iminals Ill die-hard soldiers, try to make it to-wards the generals Hard-headed rugged captains, walkin head on through action Turnkeys on the closed caption I bring the skills of wizardry Treat MC's with bigotry, so now you see the picture vividly Seduce your brain from the temple over instrumentals The Fifth chant, you see the exhaust out the swift camp -- mannerism is to scan your vision You see the light, you can't eclipse the sun We call back the young, but still they'll strap a gun to shoot caps that spook cats and rappers hung Now you might tube across from the diners where you find em lost Niggaz hearts so cold, they sport frost The M-the-Illi-tant, the Bad Lieutenant kill your camp You're now a victim of reality, my personality afflicted, for three to five if convicted Illicit, because most cats will live corrupted It ain't no pity in this inner city niggaz fuckin Exquisite I exhibit the shine now check it out Yeahh.. To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark - check it outInclined to rap about facts, I never fake jacks Shit is Real like E packs, forty-fifty-sixes Trims and gimmicks, couldn't faze the true heartache when I first started, but then few remember this Anti-Gangsta Bitch, sporting new jew-als Plain Jane styles internal, to the naked eye Derived from mindstates of Cold Crush tapes and beat breaks seduced by means to elevate Equates my views with the passing Those matching this intellect identify, for like minds Intertwine one thought in uni-son We exquisite I exhibit the shine, ahhh Yeahh.. To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark - check it out |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Its jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half" Boy, we comin' with the action pack On some Dundee shit representin' the outback (Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from 2-1-5 (You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All the way live from 2-1-5 (Across the map, one time for your...) All the way live from 2-1-5 (Its time to react to respond to react to respond) All the way live from 2-1-5: We setting it from south-side pushing this up north From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map Bring it back to respond-react To bring it back to respond-react to this Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga Flash-in Slow-up Oc before you get dropped And closed like a caption Fractional kids don't know the time for action Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon Round of applause then avalanche a clappinPLOW that's what happen, now what's your reaction We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin Specialize in science and math and Original black man Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental defense Rippin your sacks and Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son Simple as addition and subtraction Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one Shorties say they love it with a passion Bring the international charm See a squad I harass REACT You best adapt when I sling this rap Another chapter Before when I have to trap ya Map your whole path out Go get your crowd so we can clap out I drive down streets and take back route- positionin When I'm in your system like glycerin Fans listenin , from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again- on the station with the discipline Solicitin , sometimes illicit or explicit with it then From the deep end where the hills are steep Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap The street mentality mixed with the intellect Personality, hell where I dwell is well Niggas rebellious Bodies are found down in the cellars My man caught a shot to the stomach Now who want it Confronted by these dusty blunted- cats Who act like they don't know that the fact is that they're being hunted A process of elimination Activate your mind with the stimulation Enter your zone with penetration I've seen more horror than Brahm Stroker Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha The sometimes socializer The joke despiser You woke the wiser Dealin with the Roots vocalizer Up in your flesh from south Philly to west I stampede your style I'll compile the bless: 2X Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist A chemist of the hemp The beat pimp The ill Philly resident That's far from hesitant Corrupt like a president Never benevolent But poetically prevalent Cooler than peppermint The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout represent No doubt, its obviously evident I get bent Far from temporary son I'm very permanent Hittin m.c.'s like an intoxicant Sent to prevent Monopoly is my intent The means is what I invent This mental murder pay the rent Lyrically I'm the dominant ingredient The swift extravagant Smooth lubricant Down with the M-the-Ill-itant (ch-ch-ch...) That's the sound of the dynasty chant We surround your camp Assumin the war stance And bring it from the chest Now let's dance M-ILL-ITANT Feel the fifth Gorilla chant Ya'll talk about bodies But you would not kill a ant My skill is amp Would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp When I operate a crop or copulate my game I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hate Peep the logistics Slump your squad of misfits They all get they wrists slit Blast your ass if you insist it Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics Turn your soul and body to statistics In particular I've got that extracurricular Squad in the stash who could be stcking ya Slip and they vicking ya Harass your police commissionar Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout "I need conditioner" That shits deader than niggas with a mortioner A gymnanza(?!) Up in your flesh like plasma Take away your last breathe when you got asthma Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza Hip-hop extravaganza Tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now who's the boss not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem My squad from deuce-four up the West Oak Lane All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name It's like that... M-Ill-itant to fade |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump
We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section, yo... Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar The injurar, preditar of a competitar I send MCs where the paramedics are At first, I'm like "nah", I'm nonchalant from afar Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted So never try to duplicate the skills executed Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue We go an eye for an eye Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die Who will imply that I lack a-biliti? Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather The bad lieu a bring the bad weather So to whoever got riff, let it rest Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex Be on the low shotgun in the Lex With my man low to flex I'm restin where they handle the Tecs And the lyrical vandal is next flow So my man, my mizza, my man M-ilitant, what's the master plan? Once again... Peep the oratory, niggaz bore me with theatrics Moms listen to they daughter story about my packets The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion A soldier at ease, but on post of up most in Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity My alliance bring forth to you an entity Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate Got no time to debate, but hold up wait, sit straight It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted >From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery Allah makes the ground you steppin on shivery Permanent tears run through your thoughts you queers It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dike with stairs When I strike, I stay severe, niggaz stay low in they glare >From over here, my Range Rover square to blast offside Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox I shock your brain with the miscellaneous Who beez the zaniest...nigga with words that are spontaneous? A yo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van Lyrical contraband, controllin your command and... All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0 Gettin cash, get the gusto One time, it's the dynasty flow Runnin it down the line, it's another Yeah, you in tune to another ill 5th dynasty production baby (fading out |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Fuck.. kill.. and prosper
is the gospel of Wonderland, where street sands, are quick.. to suck you down to the abyss with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's Those witches and warlocks in blue Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo Who? .. Me? .. I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest to see who "Gets Money" No milk and honey, in this land cause justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her in a life wanting for nothing so I got into this drug thing Not doing, but dealing Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time I had to find the best design to fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits and, five year old preschool pussy and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out weary racks of snatch, in other words.. .. I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep, silk sheets and money heaps Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to boarding school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full I went buckwild, wanting more like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver I thought my shit was tight.. .. til my empire started to quiver Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to And watched, like Assata Shakur My place on the top was no more sure Loose lips flipped the script The fantasy trip, swiftly ended It took no time to blend in, with the population prison My jaded vision, busted like a cherry Every, dream I had, now tainted bad I fucked and, I killed, to prosper Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice A land of fields to toil in like slaves No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save Plenty of fat uniformed rats with below average size cocks that slither through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime on a quest to gets mine Now I'm passing time standing on line in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed via my mistakes, and my daughter hates me for what I did And I'm FUCKED.. and I'm STUCK Doing the Devil's bid Being locked in a moral corrupt crib Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, you wanna get finger fucked tonight? I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yo,
I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona She delt with reality never fed it to the drama I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor Alana was a Marylan' thurough and attractive Shorty that's relaxed with me and kickin back Wif a phat flick to cool out Was stressed cause the game'll make you wanna pull a tool out And go the old school route But all-a that cease - when that piece checkin the jewel out A bruver was charged - light a spliff and listen to the dabarge Let the shorty hit me wif a massage to annoint Lubricatin my maridian points that was the Summer easy to remember Alana was all up on - to read the gender how I used to back bender She even told her best friend Blinda from Virginia Who asked me if I had a cousin I could recomend-a But as time float on we grew more mature - and further apart When I began to do tours, we lost contact And slowly parted - reminissin of when it started It keep me feelin heavy hearted - a stolen moment periodic Addicted to her presence like a narcotic Though I wonder if she ever got it - the hypnotic That faded like a dream sequence that pursuaded Beyond being infatuated - spiritually intoxicated Comps are dated - I concentrated On how to get in touch with her Cuase the fact of the matter remain that I miss the hypnotic Driftin - (driftin) (the hypnotic, the hypnotic) X7 Driftin - (driftin) I would begin to dial - Her number but knowin it's been awhile it's hard to link I figure what she probly think and soon start to drink Fightin the feelin I'm concealin apparently I first appealin Later revealin to be deeper - resistance increasingly weaker The essence of life is more than just mic's and puffin reefa This uni of Black Thought that I can teach ya I'm tryin to touch ya only if I can reach ya I hit this kid I sign up on his beepa And ask him if a had a chance to speak ta Jermaine Palmer who fathers a preacha To make the story short me and my man soon ran Into each other von the humble at a show in San Fran I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"? He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma When he began to break it down my mind start to wander Response beyond somber incredible crushed Kinda feelin on my shoulder - that of a boulder To find out that her life was over - it made the room feel colder I thought I could get wif her when she was a little older But she a victim of the wicked system that controlled-a it's all chaotic But if my life it's symbolic forever shadow on my mental I never forgot it Yo the psycotic, the hypnotic check it out the Most Melodic hypnotic Driftin - Driftin --- |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yeah, U.N.I.
at war U.N.I. (when you and I ) at war motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style ( at war) Illadelph, you know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) 2X When you and I at war (U.N.I. at War) And your at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War, going on between the West and the East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep Yo, enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid 2X Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated I Used to Love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live in the burbs, and still get had The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate Call each other cuz cause of how we relate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper 4X |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do... Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation World population confront their frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual, and about money making Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man, then stand your own To MC requires skills, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin And roam like a celluar phone far from home Giving crowds what they wanted Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said "Yo we thought we heard you" Joke's for you We heard your bitin ass crew but uh Raphael Saadiq Never do, what they do when they do what they do ( 2X) Black Thought Thin is the line of between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap niggaz do the making Of you would blow up or go as far as they can take it My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhymes need life support I take it very seriously within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come wit the beautiful thing And I bless the track plushly Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours Recepient of applause from you and yours Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home To absorb and sweat it out your pores Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins Infinitely go against the grain That's why my motto's to Livin the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics Bass chords and drum kicks And my mental thick to hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark When I first spark the arts, when's the listening start Open your head wide and let the thought inside My style fortified by all of philladel-phy I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short I want it Made like Ed, nuff said Then after that, I'm puttin on the ___ Let the ladies blend with the darkskin devil bred and discover My level is that of no other And Roots crew bring offical and true While I'm continuin to... 4X |
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from 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 Down In The Delta (다운 인 더 델타) by Stanley Clarke [omnibus, ost] (1998) | |||||
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998) | |||||
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (4X) Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too The front two, run through, good for you Brand new styles like Kung-Fu And rip this from the front to the back To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X) Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock and don't stop, just droppin off my bags you fags When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags We blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin pulled out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this miraculous in s they be callin me Jesus Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet Pass me a topic and I'll drop it Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne To hell with a boy upon the microphone will be convenient, I'm never bein lenient on them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X) |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me That's the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix It's Bob Powers With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five Foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights Ridin in, like lightning Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, ally Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly Money makin move fakin I isn't Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song It's goin, it's goin, it's gone Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple People, there's no equal, or no sequel SO policies, of equalities, get abolished Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin polished Urges of splurge and words will just be merged Together, damn it's quite clever, however You never, can sound alike, s don't be poundin like These, troops, who be's, Roots Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra I make MC's dangle like a bangle Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex Now you wonder what's next... |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
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 - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb when you put me on, I remain calm It's the 'I remain calm' but for jurge to erk Come out my humble go berzerk and make you swallow your smirk I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass I fascinate as I assassinate and |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12:20 Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks That I'm with, blew a kissNow I'm in the shower I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour Then got drier, put on attire to inspire Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire Laid around and lounged 'til around two Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew sayin' "Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat" Now it's 3:37 and I still ain't left the rest Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest with the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out as I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon Other verses as Verse 1, with the following variations: "this dip I knew from Bora Bora" "'cause it's a lazy aaaaaahh!" (dental style :-) "I'm in the shower" "a page from my crew" "Bring a sack, nigga, it's Saturday |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
One two Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin Coolin out with my man Malik B we call him Sla-xon YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure Aiyyo bust it We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip We gon' set it like this Yo check it Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it's the cause of that "Oh shit!" The skits I kick, flows like catfish and got many emcees on the blacklist I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach offender wanna go like Meshach, Black Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand of my mellow my man, Malik B Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh.. WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy) Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now Next contender, Malik's the axe offender Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats Put him in a quote, when he croaks They sayin -- isn't it, is it the negro that did it? Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit' I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms (And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms Capture, was to, whack ya Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM for my mellow my man: BlackThought The way we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow my man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man No no we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound when Thoughts pound and brown's, my complexion section Southern my brother-in is Jex, I sweats no sex, cause this kid gets grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed when your heart spit up, dip dup damn Yo I lost it but -- -- back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your homeboys I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around I was lost but was found, now I gets down from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can to my mellow my man, Malik B WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh) Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em Negroes know we be furrow to my borough cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald Too strong to be sterile So I impregnates the greats (say what?) Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust them even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices I won't smirk, cause my name's not Urkel The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain't shhhThat was a curse, but I divide it in half Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the wrath of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome and then we cap, YOU It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check for my mellow my manThe way we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow my man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man No no we do it like this That, for my mellow my man It's like that for my mellow man No no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man I think it's for my mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man For Scott Storch, my mellow my man Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man Gotta end |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
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 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? 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 I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Girl you know that you need to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby Can't you see what you mean to me? I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7" Caramel-complected, body like heaven Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit But because sex she wasn't with, she started flippin an' shit Like, "Listen man, I'm Queen Amina, Amina's not no freak and that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don't get ya closer I dig ya but won't bone ya because I'm so-called supposed ta Most o' them would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya..." I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment Girl you know that you need to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby Can't you see what you mean to me? I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied, I'd.. love to get wit it like that, but my baby's kitty cat's capped and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore And what for? Later for groupies on tour Why won't my sugar call me no more? I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect Then sayin I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin I'm into women; because of that, this one's into communication Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted ... bust it Girl you know that you need to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby Can't you see what you mean to me? I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently Well umm Movin right along with the song, plus the strong feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send Ain't no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you're in my life like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real That's why I'm feelin like you're makin me bugged I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train Dial her number to the rest, and ain't no messages left Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it's a mess I don't know what I got to do to make you understand I'm for real and that's no question, no frontin or no guessin Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand could touch and make you say that I'm such a man and call my name, so let me set your body aflame I'll never treat you like a dame or run game Now who's to blame? I know you're not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough But I just wanted you to know Girl you know that you need to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby Can't you see what you mean to me? I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays foes, and ri-vals, who wanna come this way, they, better pay attention or a penchant not to mention suspension from the microphone, plus the tension Trey-eight oh's will vacate those if there's drama with my henchmen So lamp to my man Mussolini Go get your whole staff, call the calf cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me The lyrics make your head knock Malik B and BlackThought, the dreadlock Mannn, transss-gressin you'll catch lead I, crushin poundin on the drums like King Kong We can ring your bellll, ding-dong! I styles with my vocab-ulary The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary Now you're all desert cause I'ma serv ya like a tray to meet your doom Malik's the boom so you get swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away Yo, hello everybody do I need introduct' I be the mic mercenary very un.. clear to your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear It's known to be Black Butta Baby Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm that I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes while I proceed.. and continue.. to tend to business, cause this is, how I do I'm insane, and go against the grain like freight Never on no nigga dick, cause I'm just too hip Plus I rest where niggaz pack and never act other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double So if you want trouble let's stomp My mission is to flip on comp You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay your dues while I bruise niggaz new for the day shall be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be... I'm on a mission There's somethin goin on |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
He-LLO? Yo who dis? Yo this [edited] Yo whattup man? Yo whassup dude? This is the Black Ill Oh whassup G? Y'know, yo What? We down in the studio yo Word? Yo we got a jawn Yo, is she live? Yeah she's |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
He-LLO? Yo who dis? Yo this [edited] Yo whattup man? Yo whassup dude? This is the Black Ill Oh whassup G? Y'know, yo What? We down in the studio yo Word? Yo we got a jawn Yo, is she live? Yeah she's |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? (Tell me baby!) Yo, niggaz can not see me, can not be me or capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour I am but a messanger born to blow up My niggaz knew it all the time, ally I was a dime At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard Nigga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme Sucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage Got the 12 gauge had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-ly My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid Cause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foul This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me So my style's the blend of what is and was You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill Another crab motherfucker 'nother cap to peel Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance Niggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye Inside my head, you wish to see The signs appear, the shit's not clear What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge I'm takin heads because, there's no fuckin ledge I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty Niggaz run around like ?, I got planets and thrones Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known) I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man (Malik B) Malik B Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders So when we begin to assassinate your cast members they shall ?, wavin white flags, man we surrender Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders In syringes, I can shoot up al vengeance And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with s leaded Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics Black Thought, Elo and me a trio Tellin the the strong, word is bond I'm just tellin you what goes on Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby!) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (C'mon brother) Do you wanna know.. what goes on? 2X (Tell me baby |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it Said I never dance, made advance outside Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash Lex Land' or a Path', didn't know the half I react to flip the script and get ill My man Malik B kept telling me to relax Diggin how you're livin on some unreal high as I realize -- you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze She must don't know, I have a sister confused Thinkin that she's pretty and saditty when I spill She said, "I might, I think I can, alright I will." Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor I said, "Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; you remember." She said, "I guess." Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk And then she said, "You never called me; Mailk you never tried to press. You never tried to push the seven buttons and address." I said, "Hold up sis -- you're out of order, man you lost it. My name ain't Jake; Malik's no Flake that's Frosted." Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team I should beam up, about-face fall out And don'tcha even dare to ask why -- because you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 4X) ?uestlove Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two "MMM, my name's Question, ummmm, who are you?" She didn't respond, she didn't respond ???MUFFLED VOICE??? -- Continue on Thought to myself, should of said a little louder Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of "Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss" "No, I'm not havin it!" I just got dissed I didn't get mad, was calm and collect I didn't call her bitch, I didn't break her neck Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie It's a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie As she walked away, man I couldn't deny Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 4X) BlackThought Black, butter umm... that's what I be Had to tell a girl to set her mind free Use the Third Eye possibly you will see what you get, with material objects Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot Pretty in your cute limited Express suit Baby I can see everything you wanna be See you're gamin as a key to escape poverty Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind I figure you the kind to say, "Give me a call" but then switch to act strange, countin on my change Pay to the order of who??? Not you Why? You're not THAT fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self ( 8X |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[Black Thought]
*Background* Is this fast or normal speed? Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit And carry out strategic plans to leave wit The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading* Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherfuckin mind [Part Two] [Malik B] It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never act too friendly Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend? Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit And carry out strategic plans to leave wit The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherfuckin mind It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never act too friendly Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss amend Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire |
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from The Roots - 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)
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 - 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)
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)
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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