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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - 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 Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the |
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from The Roots - 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)
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)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[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 Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
And now Ladies and Gentlemen in your right corner
Weighing in at an even 215 pounds Residing from the South Bronx Maintaning 39 wins 40 knockouts and no losses It's the undisputed beatbox champion of the world!! Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X All I know That's a bad motherfucker All I know He's about to drop some shit now All I know [Rahzel] When I first came out many couldn't catch my name Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name Rahzel, now rewind that, (Gargling) slow it down, you'll find that the way I design that, and reverb behind that, not in my contract I'm bustin all over this bitch, while your girl cums Down with the Two-One-Fifth, Illadelph, Dy-Nast' R-double-O-T-S, no need to remind us You're far behind us, tryin to high beam, blind us Catching shinas from a nickle plated niner (Gun sounds) Blastin' holes in your designers This is for you primadonnas cause my persona's like pirhannas I got you second guessin and sweatin like saunas If you learned from the second lesson, no question you want it Change your facial expressions from minutes to seconds to longer God damn it feel good to see people up on it Chorus [Rahzel] Who's the man, Rahzel's the +Man+, so yo, pass the +Method+ 1200 styles, crush your crew without no effort Let me flip my, vocabulary, vocal acrobatics Smack up phone dramatics, I can jam like automatics Nine millimeter, twelve rounds, one in the chamber Russian Roulette, you can bet, there is DAN-JUR Number five in the Billboard, with the bullet One million, in my pile, you know the style, let me pull it cause I'm about to blast ya, take the mic, then harrass ya Switch up speeds, without the weed, then I'll pass ya Nineteen-ninety-nine, octane, because I gassed ya Watch me George Jet, on-you-son, like I'm NASA God damn, like to ?? compare on blaster ?? (shadowboxing sounds) It's the sound affect master "And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me" Chorus [Rahzel] I got your mouth wide open, just like the Grand Canyon I'm Trugoy, to this rap game, I got game Call me Denzel, with the rap name, I got aim "He's on FIRE!!" like a coal in a hot flame plus my Posdonuses, produces, your prognosis Kids doin the chronic from coast to coast kid Death, what the doctor ordered, so say, "Ahhh" Take you +Three Feet High and Risin+, like De La C'est la vie, I'm yo' super MC Got the S on my chest for you to buy my LP Check the outlets for cassettes and CD Sam Goody, Blockbustin' up your H M V Nigga please, ask yo mamma for some cheese Tell her need some restitution like them Vietnamese in Vietnam, cause Rahzel drops the bomb More complex than texts, in your Holy Qu'ran Chorus |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Intro/Chorus: Jack Davey - singing]
As I wait for atonement 죄값을 치를 때를 기다리면서 Trapped in the heat of the moment 이 순간의 열기에 갇힌 나 Feelin like I can't control it 제대로 제어할 수 없을것 같은 기분 As I wait for atonement 죄값을 치를 때를 기다리면서 Trapped in the heat of the moment 이 순간의 열기에 갇힌 나 [Black Thought] Uh-huh, feelin the steam from the cauldron Uh-huh, 가마솥에서 나오는 열기를 느껴 With tension runnin deep as the ocean 바다처럼 깊게 흐르는 텐션 Many are called, but so few are chosen 많은 이들이 부름받지만, 선택받는 건 소수 As I go through the motions, of medication uppin my dosage 내 투약량을 올려가면서, 움직임을 하나하나 거쳐가 Bangin Earth, Wind & Fire "Devotion" as I admire the focus Earth, Wind & Fire의 "Devotion"을 크게 틀고 집중을 해 Takin the city with a grain of salt 소금 가루와 함께 도시를 잡아 Where they tastin foul, chase it down, with the latest malt - liquor 더러운 맛을 가진 그들, 쫓아가, 최신 맥주를 들고 말야 Roll and hit it, knife did it, hope you got some smarts wit'chu 굴러서 공격해, 칼로 한거야, 너도 좀 재능이 있기를 Hope you got some heart it ain't no stoppin when it start - nigga 제대로 마음을 가지고 있길, 시작하면 멈춤이 없거든 - 친구 Feel somethin bigger got a hold on me 무언가 더 큰게 나를 휘어잡은거 같아 And I ain't trippin not a Bobby Brown, lippin with my nose runnin 실수는 안 해, Bobby Brown도 아니니까, 콧물이 흐르는 채로 Basically I had two, options I just chose one 기본적으로 두 가지, 옵션이 있었는데 하나를 택했어 And then got ghost, like my picture was on a most wanted 그리곤 유령이 됐어, 마치 내 사진이 현상수배서에 걸린듯이 Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago 해안에서 해안으로, LA에서 Chicago로 Now I'm faced, with the weight of survival, plus the taste 이제 난, 생존의 무게와 맞서, 거기에 맛까지 From the way I been lied to while the preacherman spittin his gospel 목사가 가스펠을 부를 때 들었던 거짓말부터 I can win if I try to 만약 노력하면 이길 수 있어 [Chorus] |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives (Hook:) Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives Hook: Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
CHORUS:
Comin to break you off I'm comin to break you off 1st verse Bad misses throwing raspberry kisses on me You looking for direction girl I feel your vision on me Just don't let him see you sweatin we ain't 'sposed to be involved Knowin when we get it off girl I mean it all Keepin ya pheenin til you're taken and tossed And when I'm breakin it off there's no denying the fact it's strong Cuz you got a man who's probably playin his part You probably breakin his heart He's trying to figure the reason you gone Is it cuz he's superficial? Or is he too submissive? Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic? Or is it cuz you really couldn't see a future with him All he bout is paper never took the time to choose or listen You wanna get gripped up, flipped and thrown And get strictly shown The way to get in the zone. Of course, Dealing with this you won't be taking a loss You need to leave him alone and roll With the one who's breaking you off Chorus 2nd verse Brother down the hall The one you bound to call Workaholics are really I'm rarely around at all What we started got serious reprecautions in court We had a chance to turn back, but look now it's what Late nights twistin something Listenin to Neicey sing She got the beef for you telling me you deeply Appreciate the company, time we spend I feel the same, it's a shame you ain't my girlfriend Cuz listen, you need a brotha with the physical fix Who come through in the mix For you with no head tricks or fraud You need a new position and who can get you open Like eucalyptus and have ready to go for yours Come on and wo |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
[Chorus: x 4 ]
I can't stop I really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop Yo, I'm the microphone champion Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambiance is one step beyond Then my song is a correspond with the audience Experience the Renaissance my reason once is really on Wonder Twin powers activate Put the tape on, I can take on any shape, form Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' shitted on You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get it On' Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin' Don Perignon, Shawn Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn Get your grind on, now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station [Chorus x 2] [Woman:] Oh what's wrong Rahzel? You're trying to sing? Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star! Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the microns Turn your website on WWW dot transmission d-d-d-dot sitcom Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-D visually enhanced on your CD-ROM EP-ROM, erasable, programmable and only Memory accessible when your PC's on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong Yo your mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon With a skully cap that stretches three feet long 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong Check this out [Chorus x 4] Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your watch shit Watch this, Baywatch shit Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless Keep the flame up in the cockpit On some New Kids on the Block shit My worse man is nothin' but profit While you keep secrets and gossip The Officer, the Gentleman Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset This is for the players who pop shit Frontin' like you got shit PHD, without the doctorate If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin' over my shit Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid My calisthenics been magnetic since first grade We can battle in the doorway or the hallway We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of Comway We can battle in the passenger seat of your mother-fuckin' Hyundai [Chorus x 4] Doo doo, doodoo doooo Doo doo, doodoo doooo Keep it movin' We're movin' on It's time to get down Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what. |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Black Thought]
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears 그래, 계단에 앉아, 눈물을 삼키네 Looking over mad years worth of photographs 사진을 찍어도 될만한 정신없는 몇 년을 돌아봐 Pictures of some places I ain't never going back 절대 돌아갈 수 없는 곳들의 사진 Some people I used to love, why I ain't show them that? 내가 사랑하던 사람들, 왜 그런 맘을 내비추지 않았을까? The skies was overcast, when I was sober last 겨우 제정신을 차렸을 때, 하늘이 펼쳐져있더군 My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast 머리가 빙빙 돌아, 그 속도가 느렸는지 빨랐는지는 잘 모르겠지만 It's starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass 이제 다 확실해지고 있어, 난 이제 풀밭으로 가야해(?) To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as 너네들에겐 부끄러운 일이지만, 삶이란 우리에게 Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans 기다림, 계획없이 계획을 탐색하는 것 In the cards, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands 그 카드는, 마치 바늘 없는 시계처럼 읽기가 힘들지 How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams 어떻게 니 친구는 일어나서 아무것도 없이 멈춘대 All it take is one break, it could pop the program 필요한 건 휴식 한 번, 프로그램을 뒤집어놓을 수도 있지 Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sendin' salaat 죄를 짓든 아니든, 난 마치 이슬람 교도가 인사하듯 등을 굽혀 I feel some brothers is beginning to plot 몇몇 형제들이 음모를 꾸미는군 It might have been a close friend I forgot 어쩌면 내가 잊어버린 친한 친구가 Who started up and ain't remember to stop 시작을 한 후 멈추는 걸 기억 못하는 건지도 I bet these niggaz going remember the shop 이 놈들은 그래도 쇼핑몰에 가는 건 기억할걸 [Hook] People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone 사람들은 내가 미쳤다고 생각해, 혼자 있고 싶은 것 뿐인데 You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze 힘든 상황을 벗어날 땐 친구들만 믿을 순 없잖아 We all deal with shit on our own 우린 모두 홀로 문제에 맞서 And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand 가끔 그 문제들은 너무 커져서, 손쓸 수 없게 될수도 있지 Yeah, you know it gets full blown 그래, 완전히 폭발해버리잖아 I never said that you mean the world to me 니가 내게 세상과 같은 의미라고는 말 안 했어 Maybe it's best that you never know 그냥 모르는게 나을지도 모르겠군 Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out Yo, 나는 마치 무기를 들고 창문 밖을 내다보는 Malcom과 같아 Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now 1분 아니 1초라도 여유를 가지려고 노력하지 Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about 소중한 시간은, 내가 멋대로 써버리지 않을 돈 Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account 말의 입이나 내 눈에서라도, 필요해 이유는 없어(?) Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out 벽에 등을 기대고 배우는 레슨, 주변을 탐사하면서 Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout 스트레스가 없을 땐 더 날카로운 상태로 Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit 날 미워하는 놈들은 아무것도 몰라, 헛소리만 늘어놓지 Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit 날 사랑하는 이들은 겉으로 표현해, 그래서 난 포기 안할 수 있지 Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit 이젠 더 잘하고 있잖아, 물론 이전에라고 패배한 건 아니지만 말야 I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man 이런 마음의 상태와 결혼했다가 이혼했지 I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches 내 고향에선 형제들이 베란다에서 만든 물건을 팔아 People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses 사람들은 문을 잠그고, 십자가 목걸이를 꽉 쥐어 The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices 공권력에 의해 달아오른 거리, 그다지 선택은 많지 않지 So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left 그러니 내가 너희를 위해 하는 것엔, 목소리가 많이 남아있지 않아 I watch my back, and watch my step 난 등뒤와, 내 발걸음을 조심해 And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on 용서할 줄은 알지만, 잊지는 않을거야, 이리 와 [Hook] Yo, living in turbulent times The blind leading the blind Yo, 혼란의 시대, 장님이 장님을 이끄네 Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design 몇몇은 진화라고 일컫고, 몇몇은 지능적인 디자인이라 말해 You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind 혁명을 원한다고? 미친게 틀림없군 Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison 니 아들들은 가난하고, 그들의 아버지는 감옥에 있는데 My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand 내 친구는 음악으로 돌아왔어, 마치 내 손등과 같은 존재 He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can 잠시 더러운 것에 매혹되었지만, 바로 귀환한거야 I never sleepwalking, you dig You get your shuteye 난 절대 몽유병이 없어, 알겠어? 니 눈은 감겨있네 *움직일 때는 항상 깨어있다는 말이죠-_- I'm on the first thing in, I'm leaving on the red-eye 첫 순서로 들어와, 눈이 빨개져선 돌아가 My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse 내 형제는 다시 재활 센터에, 방금 재발했거든 But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an inner Jihad 하지만 곧 끝날거야, 마치 몸 속에서 성전을 치르는 것 같지 Telling me ain't nobody true when they pretend to be that 내겐 누구나 가장할 뿐 진실하지는 않다고 말하네 So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at 내 적들은 항상 내 친구보다 가까이에 있지 To many parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn 관련된 파티들에게, 이젠 분위기를 띄우고 배울 시간 Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn 우리가 성장할 때까지, 영원히 다리를 태운다 My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge 내 생각은 새처럼 자유로워, 이제 곧 한 마리 더 날아갈거야 And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo 또 모든 행동이 네 귀에 들리지, 내 말보다 더 크게 말하니까 말야 *Action speaks louder than words(행동이 말보다 중요하다. 직역하면 '행동이 단어보다 크게 말한다')라는 속담을 인용한 구절입니다. [Hook] |
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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 - Phrenology (2006)
(Jill Scott)
I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) You're physically in this, but how can we tell If we was meant to be in bliss if you're not mentally as well This energy you're sending me is tricky as hell Usually it's like a 50/50 we can take an L Before we start things At this point being apart brings The feeling of somebody plucking at your heart-strings I know it probably shouldn't feel like this But any other woman I see is in your likeness It's from your cheekbones... To your lips... To your curves... To your deep moans... To that walk... To your words... Your love feelin' like a breakdown on the verve First we on good terms, then you're on my last nerve Got my back just aching My Shoes is all tight It's too complex when we choose to do it right It's wrong One minute you a soldier - strong Then you turn around talking 'bout its over and gone. (i swear to god...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) When your boyfriend's in town it's bound to be trouble, love His name Black and he known to be a lover of Gettin' it on with my smokers jacket on Eyes racin' back and forth Listening to Chaka Kahn Tryin' to Figure the cause Why you always hackin' off Like I'm slackin' off Maybe our signals getting crossed What the case, love? You feel like you makin' a waste of Your precious time? - You need to get a taste of Some space to breathe, a moment as friends We shoulda felt ourselves slippin' into it again 'Cuz it's like Off and on, on and off Passion - Lost and found, found and lost Clashin', askin' for nothing but understanding Your heart's made of glass, use care in handling Girl - all-in-all I never leave you stranded 'Cuz my respect you commanded (you figure it out...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) I used to come into the party And stand around 'Cuz I was kinda too shy to really get down I used to, play the corner And watch the scene Deep down, knowing I wanted, to find me a queen And I can feel that in my stomach And up in my chest Because I knew a lot of women, and some was fresh But then I found you, girl and just like me You had a heart that was yearning to be set free Now listen See you and me need to take the time To erase any doubt that's inside your mind Its not a mountain that I'm ever too tired to climb And who's counting? - But I know at least a thousand times I let you know I'm here for you, care for you, and confide in you Break bread, share with you and provide for you And that's full time - it's no 9 to 5 with you That's why I'm tryin' to work it out with you (Let's go.) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Jill & Black) La da da da Da da da da La da da da Da da da Da da da da Da (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More |
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from The Roots - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Chorus] Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Black Thought] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - 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 - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
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from The Roots - 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 - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Black Thought] Yea we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all The game is locked we down to the eight ball The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature I'm somthin' like a threat to y'all space cadets 'Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh I give you somthin' high voltage double dosage Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder Re-gees (refugees?) not another man takin' us under Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing Might say black my give you a code name Round my neck see the microphone hang Have your lady lips singin' like on soul train The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant Black, one man army move in on your squadron You sittin' still you know you a target You heard you better duck down! [Black Thought] Yea we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's what it's headin' for The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ?ball? I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore I'm creatin' a circumstance that you a victim of The rebel or the renegade out on the quest The super black man runnin' wit a S on his chest And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress You think it's sweet tryin' to eat, you ain't taste this yet So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness Thoughts cold and heartless makin' me nauseous Gettin' more remorses for what I done If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run You see the liberty is free but just for some How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun For the call, trust your fam' and trust nobody at all Seein' brothers gettin' struck down You better duck down! |
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from The Roots - 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 - 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 - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Bass check 1-2
Keys check 1-2 Drums check 1-2 Its the roots, Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, And if you dig it let me hear your mega snap y'all, Gods thought y'all, he on the keys right, Lenoard Hubbard y'all he's on the bass right, y'all, he's on the drums right, Now who I am (beat box) Black thought. (beat box) Everybody say the name of this jam y'all [Chorus] Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman I'm the (beat box) Rhyme displayer. The vocal (beatbox) Player. (beatbox) I won't chill, (beatbox) So show us some freakin skill. Now, wait a sec, You got a (beatbox) Rep. So, the jam, The name of this jam, [Chorus] We got to blah, bring it on, Steve cole is, on the horn. In case you thought my guard was caught, My name is (beatbox) Black thought. I'm from the...roots clan, Say common is my (beatbox) Man. We got to (beatbox) Rock the jam! [Chorus] Be-doop get a taste, Of leonard, bang! hubb on the base. He, plays it sweet, He doesnt boom, don't lose the beat. Your words you heard just what I said. So leonard's freakin' with my head, But yo he's boom, bang still my man. Rockin' the (beatbox) The name of this jam [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLLINS, COLEMAN, AHMIR THOMPSON, JAMES GRAY, TARIQ TROTTER, LEONARD HUBBARD, JOSH ABRAMS, STORCH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from The Roots - 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 - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus]
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media 거짓된 미디어 [Black Thought] If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it 만약 이룰 수 없다면, 강탈해서 뺏겠어 Either that or me and my children are starving and naked 그게 아니면 나와 내 아이들은 굶주리고 발가벗겠지 Rather be a criminal pro than to follow the Matrix Matrix를 따르느니 차라리 프로 범죄자가 되겠어 Hey it's me a monster y'all done created 안녕, 난 너네가 만들어낸 괴물 I've been inaugurated 난 취임됐어 Keep the bright lights out of our faces 밝은 불빛은 계속 우리의 얼굴 밖을 비춰 You can't shake it, it ain't no way to swallow the hatred 흔들 수 없지, 증오를 삼키는 건 좋은 방법이 아냐 Aim, fire, holla about a dollar, nothin in sacred 겨냥, 발사, 돈에 대한 외침, 신성한 건 없지 We gone pimp, the shit out of nature 우린 부자연스러울 정도로, 멋을 부려 Send our troops to get my paper 우리 군대를 보내 돈을 벌어 Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers 그리고 고층 빌딩에선 떨어져있으라고 전해 Ain't long for you get y'all acres 너네들이 땅을 얻을 때까지 오래 안 남았어 I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster 누가 국제적인 갱스터인지 보여주겠어 Sentence me to four more years, thank you 날 4년 더 가둬봐, 고마워 I'ma make you feel a little bit safer 조금 더 안전한 기분을 안겨줄게 Because it ain't over 아직 안 끝났거든 See that's how we get your fear to control you 그래서 우린 네 두려움으로 너를 조종하는거야 But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier 하지만 군인보다 더 조종이 잘 되는 사람도 없지 And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure 그리고 어떻게 니 아이가 평정을 유지하길 기대하는거야 When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again 온갖 종류의 생각들이 노출을 위해 다시 싸웠는데 [Chorus] 3X America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? (repeat 4X) |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus A] 4X
This is a game 이것은 게임 I'm your specimen 난 너의 재료 You've got to let me know baby 넌 나한테 알려줘야해 So I can go, I'd have to fake it 내가 갈 수 있게, 속여야할지도 모르지 I could not make it 성공할 수 없어 You could not take it 너도 뺏을 수 없어 [Black Thought] Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that 그래, 어디서부터 시작할까, 보다시피 난 그것의 일부분 Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack 아랫동네 Philadelpia, 심장마비보다 훨씬 더 현실로 다가와 It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack 코카인이 퍼지기 전까진 그렇게 심한 것도 아니지 Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac 이젠 달력 한장 한장마다 밤에 시체가 발견돼 Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at 경찰들이 불만을 품는 밑바닥 Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at 아웃사이더들이 자기 지갑 때문에 총에 맞는 곳 I had nothin but I made somethin outta that 난 아무것도 없었지만 그래도 뭔가 만들어냈어 Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack 난 Charlie Mack처럼 리무진에서 처음으로 나와 From 215 it's him the livest one 215에서부터 그는 최강이었지 And he's representin Philly to the fullest 그는 최고로 Philadelpia를 대표해 Blacks the realest Black은 최고 You can't touch him and not for nothin 넌 그를 건드릴 수 없어, 어떤 이유로도 If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it 만약 힙합을 좋아한다면 사랑해야하지 If not then fuck it 싫다면 좇까 I'm still handlin 난 여전히 잘 다뤄 Smokin more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's Redman과 난폭한 MC들보다 더 마리화나를 피우지 And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species 내 이름은 Rick Gees, 넌 멸종 위험에 처한 종 For what I do I'm about to up the fees 내가 하는 것들은 돈을 올리는게 목적이니까 I'm paperchase motivated I ain't the one to play with 그래 돈에 의해 동기부여가 돼, 장난칠 순 없는 사람 These cats get set ablaze 이놈들은 불이 붙어 You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay 너네들은 맘대로 못해, 하지만 난 돈을 걸겠어 Just smoke og and get cabbage all day 그냥 마리화나를 피우면서 지폐를 늘리는거야 The way thought play causes your main thing to say 내 생각의 방식은 니 주된 부분이 말을 하게 만들지 Your style so splendid you bout your business 네 스타일은 아주 빛나, 넌 비즈니스에 충실해 You arousing my interests 넌 내 흥미를 돋구지 You sharper than a Shogun Shogun보다 날카롭지 You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin bout 어떻게 하는건지 알지, huh, 게임은 내가 무슨 얘기를 하는지 알아 [Chorus B] Hus, that's short for hustlers Hus, 그건 갱스터(hustlers)의 약자 We Black Inc Raw Life productions 우린 Black Inc Raw Life 프로덕션 Tryin to find our spota amongst the ruckus 이 난장판 속에 우리의 자리를 찾으려고 애써 And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters 바보는 제거해, 벼룩 같은 바보들과 머저리들 Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus 오 그래, 잡아버리자 Hus, 잡자 Hus, 잡자 Hus [Black Thought] Hey yo I'm tryin to get it at any cost so it's no remorse Hey yo 난 어떤 값을 치르고라도 잡으려고 해, 후회는 없어 When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it 니가 요구한 것처럼 난 발사돼 When Black step in the door all hats is off Black이 문 안으로 들어오면 모두 모자를 벗어 Your hands up in the air goin back and forth 넌 손을 위로 올려 앞뒤로 흔들어 I'm about ready for a classic massacre 이제 전형적인 대학살을 준비하지 I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa 아프리카에 Shaft가 있을 때보다 더 뜨겁게 만들게 Jump outta a black Porsche huffin a fat cigar 검은 Porsche에서 뛰어나와 빵빵한 씨가를 피워 Night ridin on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff 마치 성이 Hasselhoff인 것처럼 그들을 밤에 덮쳐 Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full 투표 결과 넌 성공은 힘들대, 왜냐면 내 교실은 Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves 반대자, 사기꾼과 도둑들로 가득하니까 All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave 그게 내게 준 건 떠날만한 좋은 이유 뿐이었어 And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and weep 너네들이 읽고 울 수 있게 벽에 글을 써놓지 Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell 왜냐면 난 신의 힘이자, 지옥의 분노니까 You'd rather head for the hills and save yourselves 차라리 언덕으로 가서 니 자신을 구해 My Man rip drums like He ringin the bells 저기 내 친구는 벨을 울리듯 드럼을 두들겨 The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film 이 왕국의 왕, 너도 그가 영화에서 그의 일을 하는 걸 봤잖아 Come on [Chorus B] [Malik B] Dreams when M16's with infrared beams 적외선 빔을 단 M16이 대통령의 Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene 집을 석유 캔과 함께 폭파시키는 꿈 Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine 전략적인 패턴으로 리무진을 하이잭하고 Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean 내 적을 박살내, 카리브해로 향해 Militant guerilla camp is ready for war Militant 게릴라 캠프는 전쟁할 준비가 되어있어 Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four 니 구석 얼굴은 아래로, 보석들, 돈과 44구경은 내려놔 When I score prepare for toture 점수를 따면, 고문을 준비해 Fuck around and make your town Warsaw 함부로 놀다간 니 동네가 바르샤바가 되지 I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell 난 Illadel 출신, 킬러들이 있는 곳 My technique is to ambush you guerilla style 내 기술은 널 게릴라 스타일로 습격해 My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe 내 본능은 살인고래의 그것, 머리에서 발끝까지 마구 쳐대 With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal 9mm처럼 챙기는 가사들로 말야 My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal 내 타입은 범죄자로 바뀌어진 잠재적 정신력 Importing heroin internash from Senegal 세네갈에서 수입해온 헤로인 A soldier takes a stripes from a general 이 용사는 장군에게서 승급을 받지 Used the mike of iron or lead 강철 또는 납의 마이크를 쓸테니 You choose your mineral 너도 니 재료를 선택해 [Chorus A] |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeah it would be cool it could be too Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel Living a lie eventually believing it's true A lot of people here for us one could be you It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors A favor for a favor man, this is the majors Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's What you gone do when the poliece state vegin Well it already began but I guess it depends on what's really going on what's happening, huh Military target practicing They finna write another patriot act again The days is short the nights is long The fight goes on The pistol and the pipes are drawn Hook: The middle of the night We fight like barbarians In sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste Of our time And I think you would be right Till he drop that rhyme (Repeat) And some might say that it's a waste of time Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem Its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving They only wanna see us occupying a coffin Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving From trying to get over, get under, get even Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy We got to get it right It ain't about to be easy You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely Pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus 2X]
He said yeah 그는 말했지 yeah You better come out with your hands up 손을 들고 나오는게 좋아 We got you surrounded I'm in the back 넌 지금 포위됐어, 난 뒤에 있어 Changin my outfit He said blink 옷을 바꿔입네, 그는 깜빡이라고 했지 We gonna send the hounds in I said wait 사냥개들을 들여보낼거야, 난 기다리라 했지 Cause here I come Here I come Here I come 왜냐면 여기 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까 You boys get ready 너네들 준비해 Cause here I come Here I come Here I come 왜냐면 여기 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까 [Verse] I'm soul brother one hunted 난 영혼이 충만한 형체 How much charisma Could another one stomach 엄청난 카리스마로 다른 이들의 뱃속을 채워(?) If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning 만약 내가 죄수라면 교활하지도 똑똑하지도 Or wise If I come outside I'm not running 않을걸, 만약 내가 밖에 나오면 달리진 않아 Stone lone wolf of the pack The unwanted 무리 속의 외로운 늑대 한마리, 아무도 원치 않는 이 I really got nothin to hide I'm bout cuttin 숨길 건 하나도 없어, 잘라내는 게 전문 Go out in a blaze Wouldn't pop one button 불에 붙어서 달려가, 버튼 하나도 누르지 않아 I'm a murk half hurt leave the cop dogs huntin 난 우울하고 반은 상처입었어, 경찰견은 그냥 풀어놔 The pretty black one in the group 그룹의 예쁜 흑인 한 명 The smooth villain under fire 불길 아래로 가는 깔끔한 악당 Cause I'm pennin the words that move millions 난 수백만을 움직이는 단어를 만들거든 Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance 바로 니 눈 앞에 다가오는 진정한 광채 It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it 부상하는 새로운 나쁜 남자, 누가 느끼고 있나 New true skill in it Y'all the roots still in it 새로운 진짜 스킬을 담아, 너네들은 여전한 뿌리 Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit 준비됐고 의지도 충만해, 진짜 킬러답게 You know we got them Involved We too diligent 알다시피 우린 그들을 다 모아, 우린 너무 근면하지 They say the music is strong and too militant 그들은 우리 음악이 강하고 너무 호전적이래 [Chorus] Yo Black Inc raw life In this whatumacallit 아무개에서 벌어지는 Black Inc의 삶 Weed smokin junkie alcoholic 마리화나를 피우는 알콜중독자 One foot in the grave One foot in the toilet 한 발은 무덤에, 한 발은 변기에 Still I'm onstage In front of an audience 그러면서도 무대 위 관객 앞에서 공연을 펼치네 Disturbing the peace And the local ordinance 평화를 깨뜨리고 지역 규칙을 어기지 My eta I'll arrive by morning 내 도착 예정 시간은 아마도 아침 Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning Alonzo Mourning의 팔처럼 긴 돈줄 Vampire chicks suck blood Dusk to dawnin 흡혈귀 년들은 황혼에서 새벽까지 피를 빠는 중 Waitin to catch me sleep But I'm not yawnin 내가 잘 때를 기다리지만, 난 하품도 안 해 They in the vip At the garden 그들은 정원 VIP 섹션에 They gon jump me When I stop performing 아마 공연이 멈추면 나를 덮칠텐데 I got something for them Behind the organ 내 장기 뒤에 그들을 위한 것이 준비되어있지 I always roll deep With my squadron 항상 나와 함께 해주는 팀 The sheriff out front Gonna sic the dogs in 앞에는 보안관, 개를 데리고 올거야 That nigger talkin bout he got warrants 저놈은 영장 얘기를 떠벌이고 있군 [Chorus] I'm in the darkness Heartless Fuck you regardless 여기는 어둠 속, 무자비해, 상관없이 다 엿먹어 Move with hardness Y'all just pressin charges 강함으로 움직여, 너넨 그저 고소를 걸어 It's often injury Floss and force my entry 종종 상해죄지, 잘난척했다간 입장할 수 밖에 This peninitentiary Knockin niggers for centuries 이 교도소는 수세기 동안 흑인들을 두들겨패왔네 It's elementary Like KRS and evidently 기본적이야, 마치 KRS처럼, 그리고 분명 Incidents They all stress I'm lawless That's my problem 우연, 그들은 모두 스트레스, 난 무법자 그게 내 문제점 Evolve And never solve them Chill in Harlem 진화해도 해결을 못 해, 할렘에서 놀며 Bang you Bring you stardom You full of boredom 널 날려, 스타덤으로 데려와, 지루함으로 가득한 놈 Bastard you been aborted Bring your neck out 개자식, 넌 낙태당했어, 목을 꺼내 Bring the tech out Absorb it 총을 꺼내, 흡수해 See you check out And then step out The orbit 넌 체크아웃 중, 그리곤 나가, 이 궤도에 Blow your flesh out Till I'm fressh out my torment 니 피부를 날려, 신선해질 때까지, 내 고뇌 Street apostle Pop shit Preach the Gospel 거리의 사도, 폭발해, 가스펠을 불러 Still I'm hostile Sippin a duece When possible 여전히 난 적대적이야, 가능할 땐 술을 부어 Turn into a monster Grouchy Gimme the Oscar 괴물로 변해, Grouchy, Oscar 상을 줘 Hit you like vodka Then screech off in a Mazda 널 보드카처럼 치고 Mazda처럼 끼익 소리를 내며 나가 [Chorus 2X] Yo |
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| from The Hurricane (허리케인 카터) by Christopher Young [ost] (2000) | |||||
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Chorus: sung 2X] I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin The drumline bangin away Make one move and I'll blow you away One false move and I'll blow you away [Black Thought] Yo - I don't really know but somebody said that the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head And the po-lice know that the green black and red too strong to con-trol, they study what I said Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate I couldn't care less what you feel what you say Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! You know I'm certified sick I came from the corner where nobody got shit Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble "A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example [Chorus] [Black Thought] Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us You in a hot area for marchin powder If you holdin chowder, just walk without it Them real crook brothers don't talk about it They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem They made a lot of money, they money never made them The game of survival is filled with rivals Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you And have you up in somethin that dont' really involve you But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know [Chorus] [Black Thought] Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin They shut shit down before the law start shuttin Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it But move to the music he can live through the record I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer by the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real |
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from The Roots - 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 Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew That you was tryin to get with me (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew She'd probably throw (beatboxes) You out her home (beatboxes) You'd probably be up on apartments all alone (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) This is the tricky part The beat, and the chorus, at the same time (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew If your mother only knew If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? You think it's some other shit going on? I'm gonna slow it down I'm gonna slow it down a little bit so y'all can hear the pronunciation on everything I'm saying Check it out (Slow) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew (beatboxes) |
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| from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997) | |||||
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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)
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)
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 - 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 Down In The Delta (다운 인 더 델타) by Stanley Clarke [omnibus, ost] (1998) | |||||
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Intro/Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X]
Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops 붐박스를 켜, 윗도리를 입고 Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we 밖으로 나와, 오늘은 우리가 새로운 Start livin in the new worrrld 세상에서 살기 시작하는 날이야 [Black Thought] Yo, they got high-powered lenses on the cameras outside Yo, 바깥 카메라에는 고성능 렌즈가 있어 It ain't nowhere to run it ain't hardly nowhere to hide 도망칠 곳은 없어, 숨을 곳은 더 찾기 힘들고 They hear you when you whisperin so try to keep quiet 네 귓속말도 그들에겐 들려, 그러니 조용히해 You don't even realize that youse a twinkle in the all, seein eye 너는 이 모든 사람 속에 단지 점일 뿐임을 모르는지 From the time you in the bar gettin high 바에서 취하던 때부터 To havin conversations on your phone through the wire 전화선을 통해 대화를 나누던 때까지 You can drive but it's definitely footage of your ride 니가 몰아도 되지만 분명 이건 니 여행의 장면 Livin in this day and time, it's a funny kind of vibe 이 날, 이 시간에 살아가며, 흐르는 웃긴 느낌 From the corners of the ceiling feel its eyes in back of me 천장의 구석에서부터, 내 뒤를 바라보는 눈길을 느껴 I couldn't tell you why I think they constantly after me 왜 그들이 계속 나를 쫓는지 난 이유를 몰라 Maybe it's cause the news put it to me so graphically 어쩌면 나에 대한 뉴스가 너무 세밀한 묘사를 해서 그런지 How niggaz don't obey no laws, not even gravity boy 사람들은 법을 안 지켜, 중력의 법칙마저도 말이지 No benefit of doubt he had to be from 그가 사는 곳에선 심증만으로 죄가 되지 He from the corner where they known to get they casualty on 그는 모두들 한 번쯤 부상을 입는 그런 모퉁이에서 왔지 Another day another scene to perform, spotlight him on Friday 뭔가 보여줄 또다른 하루, 또다른 장면, 금요일에 그에게 조명을 비춰 Come and lock him up Saturday morn, c'mon 이리 와서 토요일 아침에 그를 가둬, 어서 [Chorus] |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus]
Oooh It's been a long time 오랜만이야 Since I been back around the way 이 근처에 와본지 It's been a long time 꽤 오랜만이야 Let it spin let spin let it spin 돌려, 돌려, 돌려 Since I been back around your way 니가 니 근처로 가본지 It's been a long time 오랜만이야 Long time long time 오랜만, 오랜만 [Verse] [Black Thought] Struck by the luck of the draw 여태까지 행운아로 살아와 Real life preservation what I'm hustling for 진짜다운 삶을 지키기, 이게 내가 뛰는 목적 My name black thought, the definition of raw 내 이름 Black Thought, 거칠음의 정의 I was born in South Philly on a cement floor 난 남부 Philly의 시멘트 바닥에서 태어났지 I had nothing at all, had to knuckle and brawl 아무것도 없었지, 주먹을 쥐고 싸워야했지 They swore I'd fall, be another brick in the wall 그들은 내가 쓰러질거라 했어, 벽돌로 끝날거라고 했어 Another life Full of love That lost That's silly 사랑으로 가득한 삶이 또 사라져, 바보같지 This Philly Y'all really ain't stoppin The boy 이 Philly, 넌 이 펜을 가진 친구를 with the pen Like Willie On top of the hall 막을 수 없어, 마치 홀 맨 위의 Willie처럼 Pure soul is what the city Most popular for 순수한 영혼은 도시에서 가장 유명한 것 Hear the tones That will ease you Smooth 널 매끈하게 편하게 해줄 목소리가 들리지 As Bunny Sigler's soundtrack Keepin your head boppin and all Bunny Sigler의 사운드트랙이, 머리를 끄덕이게 만들어주는 동안 It's something in the water Where I come from 내가 온 곳에선, 물 속에 뭔가 있어 They used to sing it on the corner Where I come from 내가 온 곳에선, 사람들이 모퉁이에서 노랠 했지 Making somethin outta nothing Because everybody fifty cents 무에서 유를 창조해, 내가 온 곳에선 모두들 25센트로 시작해 From a quarter Where I come from 50센트가 되었거든 Yeah The streets ain't timid But I feel at home in it Yeah, 거리는 작지 않아, 하지만 집에 왔음을 느껴 Gotta see a couple people I ain't got at In a minute 사람 두 세명 정도 만나야겠군, 조금 있다가 Yeah You can take a brother outta South Philly 그래, 이 형제를 남부 Philly 밖으로 데려다놔도 Can't take it outta him really I forever represent it And it's 그의 안에서 그걸 빼낼 순 없어, 난 영원히 대표해 그건 [Chorus] [Peedi Peedi] Live and direct I don't need no mic check 라이브하게 직접적으로, 마이크 체크는 필요 없어 Remember mommy told me You ain't write that 엄마가 내게 말했지, 그런거 쓰지 말라고 It started in the bathroom taking a dump 처음 시작은 화장실에서 똥을 누면서 Listening to Ultramagnetic Ego tripping you won't Ultramagnetic을 들을 때였지, 자아도취는 안 돼 Pressure my word I'm the urban vision Of you chump 내 말을 잘 들어둬, 난 너네 바보들의 현대적 버전 Stomped on a different ground Sound second to none 다른 지대에서 발을 굴러, 절대 뒤지지 않는 소리 Synthesizers tweet To improvise your feet 신서사이저는 니 발을 즉흥적으로 움직이게 위해 소릴 내 I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat 비트에 가사들의 도착 시간을 모두 계산해 It's free Come get high on me 자유야, 나와 함께 취해봐 Before a nine millimeter shell Hit my pelle pelle In the p 9mm의 총알 전에, P에서 내 Pelle Pelle로 와봐(?) Yeah It's somethin in the water Where I come from Yeah 내가 온 곳에선, 물 속에 뭔가 있어 They used to sing it on the corner Where I come from 내가 온 곳에선, 사람들이 모퉁이에서 노랠 했지 Making somethin outta nothing Because everybody fifty cents 무에서 유를 창조해, 내가 온 곳에선 모두들 25센트로 시작해 From a quarter Where I come from 50센트가 되었거든 It's just a natural reaction For crack to make it happen 우리가 일을 벌이는 건 자연스러운 반응 Let the pen ink sink Into the paper of the pad 잉크를 공책 종이에 잠겨들게 해 Think back When I was younger 더 어렸을 때를 생각해봐 Ghetto could have took me under 게토는 날 묻을 수도 있었겠지 Young Peedi can't mess with North Philly Young Peedi는 북부 Philly와 싸우지 못하지 Never had You don't know about me You ain't stroll my streets 절대, 넌 나에 대해 몰라, 내 거리를 걸어본 적도 없어 Look familiar I feel ya Longtime no see 낯이 익군, 그래 오랜만이야 [Chorus] [Black Thought] Uhh Clap somethin But whatever you clap Uhh 뭔가 쏴봐, 하지만 뭘 쏘든간에 Clap to the record spinnin While I'm takin you back 내가 널 데려가는 동안 돌아가는 레코드에 맞춰 손뼉을 쳐 To the top paper era Baby big on that 정상의 부귀로, 베이비 크게 말야 Picture the pool room Where the money getters was at 돈버는 놈들이 모이는 당구장을 생각해봐 And street people With feather in the cap Or their bossolino 그리고 모자 혹은 bossolino(?)에 깃털을 꽂고 Pullin paper As if it's a small casino 카지노인듯이 돈을 빼는 거리의 인물들 I was a young boy Sweepin the floors 난 어린 소년 때부터, 바닥을 닦고 And runnin to stores But all those old heads Woudl talk to me 가게로 달려갔었지, 하지만 늙은이들은 내게 말해주지 않았어 About the way To clutch the eagle On a buck and truck 권총을 잡고 차를 모는 법을 말이야 And if I'm down How to get back up 쓰러졌을 땐 일어서는 법을 말이야 Just survival kid And it's a struggle worldwide I'm positive 그저 생존 뿐, 이건 세계적인 저항, 난 확신해 Shit the ghetto might as well Be the Gaza Strip 젠장 게토는 마치 가자 지구 같지 You know where all the monsters is 괴물들이 어딨는지 너도 알거야 Street walkers You don't see no consciousness 거리를 걷는 이들, 의식이 보이지 않지 I'm coming back to where The core of the problem is 난 문제의 핵심이 있는 곳으로 돌아가고 있어 We on the job again Y'all know what time it is 우린 다시 이 일을 맡아, 지금이 무슨 시간인지 알잖아 [Chorus] |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen we got TJ Swan in the house tonight Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen we got Rahzel in the house tonight Please enter your password [Verse 1] It's the human soundwave straight out your comic book Sound effects blazin through your rhymin' book Just imagine all the time it took for me to master this The Art of Noise is hazzardous Imagine this, every sound from my lips At my fingertips I levitate the audience So ask Brooks and Dres who's got the effects More (?) than Mardi Gras, rugged like Goretex Reach out and touch your whole crew like Nine-x Sprint for the stage cause MC onyx Flip more connects than your internet Rhymes is on time, I'm always on-line Pump this in your Lex coupe, Benz, or Pathfind Reverse the third verse nigga, then press rewind [Chorus:] Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Razhel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) You make the music with your mouth The music with your mouth [Verse 2] Yo yo, I'm takin the world by storm when I perform Arm arm, leg-a leg-a head, watch me transform (Transforming noises) Decepticons! Rainin' on your college ass, this goes on I'm animated, never dorm-ant, so change the format What I'm strong at, Mortal Kombat, so Cheech and Chong that (Fighting noises) Heh, brother damn you! Heh, seems you're pretty good with your kung fu! Now where's my Yong Fu at, my glass of cognac? Digital readout with a comsat, but I'm not that (?) Let's track back, slick wanna eat that, you want my feedback? (Computer noises) Now let's delete that Now repeat that, I'm takin' the streets back like I'm sweep back Think you could beat that? I'm bringin the heat back on the street track (Scratching) Marley Marl bring the beat back! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Rahzel, call me Optimus Prime Third verse, eight bars, ain't no stoppin this rhyme I did this years ago, I guess I'm ahead of my time Computerized, that's my mental design (?) short of Euclid, I'm runnin through clicks with a few tricks An accoustics, John Woo flicks on some new shit Heh, all I wanted was some rice cakes! Rahzel soundwave controllin' your whole prostate [Chorus with variations, till fade |
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from 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 Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
{BZzT BRRAAAP TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Alright Rahzel you gonna be alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Okay KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Turn into the car {Kashshshshh *hydraulic noise* *computer beeps* kshs BZZZzt} [Rick] KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] It's Michael a.k.a. Slick Rick the Ruler you alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} {*Rahzel starts beatboxing*} [Rick] Let's go Put my seatbelt on KITT Stop right here, where we at? Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here KITT (Michael's callin .. I have to go) I don't know how we gon' do this Wait right here, I'll be right back (Michael's callin .. I have to go) (Callin the Rick .. I have to go) [Slick Rick] Rap battle one two, one two, check it out All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone Get a little ? while in the pen, still hold the throne Blood is the same for us to spill I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill Around the way with street corner game, Pat Sajak Got kids to feed, you can't stop the paycheck! (Mhmm) A lettergram said that you're ahead of him Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than So know that I'm the flyest, bypass by you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass I shit on a kid wanna vic wanted KITT What's ?? Slick Rick, this one is dead Life's finished, this rapper ?? Me and Rahzel on the record no cat career finished Jump in my car, better buckle up KITT, hurry, get me 'cross town to wreck another club Chorus: Rahzel and Slick Rick "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health (to what?) Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself" Rahzel, what's my name? {Ehh-ehh, ehh-Slick Rick} What's the timeframe? {SIX MINUTES TO DESTINATION} Set the hydraulics {Awwahha, "Ohh my gosh!"} and the low mileage, make sure the car's polished Got all the girls screamin just to hear me flow {Aha-wweeh, "Hereeeee we goooooooo..."} [Slick Rick] No not rich, old boy bougie Car KITT known to get Rolls Royce pussy In front of y'all opponent, the man be arrogant Is there some part of "I can slaughter anyone" that all you don't get? My records, are ??, how dare announce attack us Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass Slick pose with another gold hit By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click .. All assume in the cut Motherfucker even question if I'm human or not! Who that swingin in Seacaucus? The gorgeous, of course it's thoughtless, c'mon KITT, the King of New York is And now it's gettin kind of dark, ?? Westside Highway, park by the Tunnel Bad car horn oinks off the man's points Walk in, niggaz havin a ball off of Rah's joint Chorus 3X |
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from 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 - 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 - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[4X]
I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away? Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away? Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass Back in eighty-seven Easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella Walking down the streets to the subway where i lay Til the train stop then a nigga hop Used to do the pop dance to the planet rock At the block party everybody jocked [who me?] It's the MC sucka niggaz envy I got my contract in 1993 and I shall proceed [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb That nigga represented on the 28th of June I'm representing philly on the 28th of June I can make you feel that i'm a surreal cartoon with my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face Because i'm on a paper chase, yes i'm on a paper chase My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman With records from 125th to Japan I laid them play like Johnny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man My niggaz is my niggaz ya see she didn't understand I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think Just think, what? What if you could, just blink, what? Just blink yourself away? [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic Malik B get on the mic yo there's too much on my mind [say what?] Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme Fuckin with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime I can make a hundred yard line start to dash I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash I can make Conan and the Titans clash I can Metallica and guns 'N Roses crash Used to smash crash parties like i was disturbed Used to make plots against the herringbone herb But now, all I do disperse the verb And like a nerd i can make you say, "He's superb" Word is perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret I move styles like bowels so now you know i'm worth it Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme So you know I got the sheen in my gleam [4X] I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic |
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from The Roots - 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 - Phrenology (2006)
Dancin on the dance floor
Girl it's you that I adore Step on stage and scream for more All I see Pussy Galore Snap my fingers make you mine If not I'll snap a 2nd time. After that I guarantee you will be standing next to me An old head once said, |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus]
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents We muscle the language What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement I'm hot brolic call it contagious The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages Is something in the iris and the way I spit That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit Black traumatic, so there you have it My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package Experience is all that is, I'm well established Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage The technique in your reach, if only you could have it For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro Poet for hired pack metal You feel me? [Chorus] [Verse Two: Black Thought] Yo, the load heavy We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, ma |
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from The Roots - 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 - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus]
Rock you {*repeat 6X*} Come on {*repeat 2X*} Aiyyo y'all rappers less play, what I'm about to say Will probably hit y'all niggas in a real strange way Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews Willie dank Langston Hughes, put shanks in crews I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since Still in the trench, buzzin off the killin dispense I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense Rhymes is graphic Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist Yes I must confess I'm like Diddy tryin to sink a slug in Elliots chest Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock skully is split it's Black comin You can tell it's a hit, comin to drop you nigga [Chorus] We will Rock you {*repeat 6X*} Yo yall savages is primitive I'm true penmanship Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist Making sound waves Prisoners outta the listeners Legendary magnificent Pope distributors Man I remain lives ahead of the game Slang play off the meter cause its never the same Niggas tell me how they never comin better then frame They love what I say Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true My earning bars arts is martial I'm comin to off you I ain't tryin to argue When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you My niggas wraps give a slice I spit nice fucking around this twice As much as rhythm is rolling a dice To choose one the no |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]
Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Still run it up it, liquor in your cup Fucking you up Hang over the banister You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom He make music for the people, people dying to meet him People! We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van ? G-you-E relevant, see how his man do it Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fake the clapping You'll be collasping You softer than the land on legs Transforming the landscape Like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest nigga I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters You may want to test this product like cane smugglers Dis disco shit Popping like Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus] w/o Kweli [Black Thought] I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov I knock the bottle off And knock the model off Gots some non-believers here Some how I'll save y'all Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett Cause you a toy not a soldier yet You better hold your neck You dick smokers get no respect With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks 'cause them crews don't stop them shots It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them They may as well pay, schmuck Introducing the be |
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