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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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