 |
|
5:40 | 
|
||
| from The Hurricane (허리케인 카터) by Christopher Young [ost] (2000) | |||||
 |
|
4:34 | 
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
3:54 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
|||||
|
|
0:47 |
|
||
|
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* |
|||||
|
|
4:28 |
|
||
|
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] |
|||||
|
|
4:30 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
 |
|
5:22 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
|||||
|
|
4:30 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
|||||
|
|
6:11 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
|||||
|
|
4:01 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black LILIES Some people try to front like "I ain't feelin it really" But that's silly, cuz how the fuck you can't feel me? When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit Alot of ice-grillin in the house got melted Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish Gimme that, guess who bringin the "Get busy" back Women say the sound of my voice, the Afrodeziac Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me The Real World for real, this ain't your MTV The illest INNERVISIONS since Stevie on wax My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks The fact of the matter is a matter of fact That it's the Black Thought, controllin like Ike Turner You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner Or just relax and peep how it's done And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because [Chorus: Jaguar] [singing] The Lesson, now it's now, we close shop We got it locked, it's over now [Dice Raw] Aiyyo Dice's flows, hit idiots like crossbows Knock em out the atlas, push em off the atlas I'm laugin, lookin down from off top the totem Hop off my pedastall, grab my scrotum Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't FUCKIN wit this shit (I told em) Aiyyo y'all ain't FUCKIN wit the Roots crew (I told em) The rap is a riot yeah cuz my family bouncin Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in The arena, the grass is greener on the other side I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die Now tell who the best in off the top in the world I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fuckin your girl I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash But still, a nigga got a lot of class Trick wit my pinky-finger up off the glass Keep talkin shit homeboy, that's your ass [Chorus] [Malik B] It's just the simple part of the gam(e) I guess it's just the art of the scam Check for your soul cuz it departed again M-ill-i-tant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet Move out till the bottom of my shoes out How many tracks do you bout? How many of these niggas you doubt? How many of these ladies makin you shout? You on a mission so listen to this Ask yourself what condition is this Sick in the ?wist?, I rap on a satellite disk You gotta like this, askin me about the way that I stroll About the way I enfold, in scrambling mode You're like that, don't bark cat, bite back What up Blood? Is things still the same in the hood? While I sit I gotta get dub, and wish I could plug They thoughts'll leave em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug The shit I spit is hummin wit slugs, get soaked in the suds [Chorus x3] |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Scratch - The Embodiment Of Instrumentation (2003) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Scratch - The Embodiment Of Instrumentation (2003) | |||||
 |
|
4:16 |
|
||
|
from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010)
[Dice Raw]
And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Blu] Yo, so what you searching for? From birth Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings Lurking and murk them, got them turning this Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion Or more or less over what the past done passed us Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual blunt Granted, hustling habits on the stumble, the mansion While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn They see he's the bastard for chasing them Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me crazy [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [P.O.R.N.] Life is fiction, competition and contradiction Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it 'Fore it's recruited, then included inside the stupid It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war If you're sick and tired of your access denied Free will died long before Glydes and iPod [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Black Thought] Yo, it's too much strain, phenomenal gain I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain Try'na numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with Contaminating family and close friends Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that Hit me up at black.gov like the government Banana Republican, alien intelligence Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit The stone the builder refused, he need to build with Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick Via satellite, radio, the realness [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio daze |
|||||
 |
|
3:44 |
|
||
| from The Roots - Undun (2011) | |||||
|
|
4:18 |
|
||
| from The Roots - Undun (2011) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999) | |||||
|
