1.The Pow Wow
2.Rising Down
Lyricist：Tarik L. Collins, Mark Farner, Karl B. Jenkins, Dante Smith,
David Styles
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys
Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys
Windin' roads that test the firm nerve
Fortune or fatal behind the blind curve
The engine oil purr, lights flash to a blur
Speed work through the earth make your motor go scurrr
Tonight at noon watch a bad moon risin'
Identities in crisis and conflict diamonds
Blindin', starin' at lights 'til they cryin'
Bone, gristle poppin' from continuous grindin'
Grapes of wrath in a shapely glass
Ingredients influential on your ways and acts
Zero tolerance to raise the tax
It don't matter how your gates is latched
You ain't safe from the danger jack
Made a way before they made the map
Or a GPS this is DEF, leader
I know where I'm goin' even when it's dark
I'm being led down that road
Hello, hello, hello, hello
You don't see that something's wrong
Earth's spinnin' outta control
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Everything's for sale, even souls
Someone get God on the phone
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Northside, nigga, Southside
Hello, hello, hello
Shit's poppin' off worldwide
Hello, hello, hello
Between the greenhouse gases and earth spinnin' off its axis
Got mother nature doin' back flips, the natural disasters
It's like 80 degrees in Alaska
You in trouble if you not an Onasis
It ain't hard to tell that the conditions is drastic
Just turn on the telly, check for the news flashin'
How you want it bagged, paper or plastic？
Lost in translation or just lost in traffic？
Yo, I don't wanna floss, I done lost my passion
And I ain't tryin' to climb, yo I lost my traction
They makin' me break, my contents under pressure
Do not shake, I'm workin' while the boss relaxin'
Here come Mr. Taxman, he leavin' a fraction, give me back some
Matter fact next paycheck it's like that son
I'll fuck around and have to hurt a few men
They probably chalk it up as a disturbin' new trend, hello
I know where I'm goin' even when it's dark
I'm being led down that road
Hello, hello, hello, hello
You don't see that something's wrong
Earth's spinnin' outta control
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Everything's for sale, even souls
Someone get God on the phone
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Northside nigga Southside
Hello, hello, hello
Shit's poppin' off worldwide
Hello, hello, hello
Should I say hello or should I say that hell is low？
Am I nigga or a Negro？ I'm an African American
They sell drugs in the hood but the man
He move the medicine
He'll prescribe you all-med for everythin'
A little stuffy nose, tell you get some Claritin
You know I'm hip to it and it's hard to claim the land
When my great, great, great, grands were shipped to it
Look at technology, they call it downloadin'
I call it downsizin', somebody follow me
Does a computer chip have an astrology
And when it fuck up could it give you an apology？
Should it say hello or should it say, â½Goodbyeâ？
Try to understand how smart and how hood am I
It don't matter though
Until we learn that the world don't turn right
We all oughta the scatter though
I know where I'm goin' even when it's dark
And being led down that road
Hello, hello, hello, hello
You don't see that something's wrong
Earth's spinnin' outta control
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Everything's for sale, even souls
Someone get God on the phone
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
3.Get Busy
Lyricist：Vincent P. Davis, Karl B. Jenkins, B Mckenna, Charles L.
Patierno, Brent Reynolds, Chuck Rio, Joel Roper, Tarik Trotter,
Pedro Luis Zayas
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela
My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela
Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen
And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin'
Hey yo, Sicko show like Mike Moore
My city ain't nothin' like yours
Slippin' into darkness like war
Nightcrawl with the lights off
You see a lot of life lost for the white horse
Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Eh, who got the politicians in they back pocket？
Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit
When you make contact, give me that gossip
If you break contract, you'll be that hostage
They gettin' busy and the city is raw
Better dead bolt the door, it ain't safe no more
Southside get busy y'all
Northside get busy y'all
Westside get busy y'all
Worldwide get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Approach with caution, be cautious, when talkin' to bosses
I feel I've been through a metamorphis
I'm mutated by unknown forces, the feelin' of course is
Somethin' that's hard to describe
I'm half-dead, never felt more alive
Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes
I've been down but now I'm back up
I'm 'bout to act up, boy you better back up
When you see me set up shop, know to pack up
'Cause I crack up when a rapper get slapped up
Number one reason y'all should give rap up
Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up
I'm kinda like W.E.B. DuBois
Meets Heavy D And The Boyz, smooth as a Rolls Royce
Built like a tank, smokin' on dank
Walkin' through the Guggenheim, Raw Life, Black Ink
Southside get busy y'all
Northside get busy y'all
Westside get busy y'all
Worldwide get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Now, on your mark, uh-huh, get set
Go cop everythin' you ever heard by Peed Crakk
Dice Raw and Black, fuck the Internet
Buy a baseball bat, break a bootlegger leg
All I listen to is vets, you're fresh off the step
I'll come directly at your OG neck
I'm used to the 1, 2 check, not the 1, 2 step
I'm strapped, I'll leave every cat among you wet
Now let's go, you know I'm politically incorrect
At the show, I start it with a can I get a hoe？
And the hoe's go retarded
The po-po tape off the stage for caution
It's bad lands, North Philly get it in
It's Crakk man, used to back spin
Now I spend stacks and stacks
And Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard earned raps
Damn, we makin' Yens, Pesos, Euros, we representin'
Southside get busy y'all
Northside get busy y'all
Westside get busy y'all
Worldwide get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
Get busy y'all
4.75 Bars (Black's Reconstruction)
(＊Prod. by Questlove)
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas＊
With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas
And I race scared niggas, them snake head niggas
That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us
Niggas make dead niggas and hate black niggas
Brown niggas hide yellow niggas and them red niggas
No telling when the bullet coming, be prepared niggas
Cuz when it do it coming land, sea and air niggas
That's everywhere niggas, Am I the muthafucking legendary？
Yeah niggas, make it very clear niggas
Been looking at y'all in my rearview
Mirror niggas want to be a millionaire, I'm already there niggas
I'm the definiere nigga, a bear taking more than my share
Lookee here, yeah, I know it ain't fair nigga
Neither is a bar even with a hair trigger
Haystack, try and find a needle up in there nigga
Leave you up in there nigga, show me the puppet
That don't need a puppeteer nigga, shed another tear nigga
I'm in the field with a shield and a spear nigga
I'm in your girl with her heels in the air nigga
I am such a fair nigga, you in a battle telling
Me you not ready like you figured I'ma bear with you
I don't care nigga, you now listening to the sounds
Of the money making jam trillionaires nigga
Gentlemen of an extraordinary league
You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed
What I'm smoking ain't a product of no ordinary seed
Your boy is heavy treed, I'm feeling merry
As a Tyler Perry scene, that monetary gang green
We tried to launder the cash and never came clean
So now I'm in the story with all the cats before me
And smoke purgatory for doing the same thing
And them niggas ain't change, them niggas can't change
Their moms shake their heads saying it's such a dang shame
？？ to the buck, did another dang plan
My stage and my government ain't the same name
I'm a rock star, love it that my wallet chain hang
I'm a modern day saint; I'm a modern day king
My definition I can finally explain
Cold smooth like that dud Sean Connery was playing
I just got to be the man, I'm the father figure and
When I spit it's something like a psychology exam
If you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like a million dollars in my hand
It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram
And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down
What's your net working plan？ You better look alive
Cuz them niggas outside looking desperate again nigga
And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver
The asthmatic drug addict I function with it
I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit
for spitting played out patterns that once was hitting
I got news for you all, let me show you how to ball
See the legendary fall？ I ain't heard of that
Y'all niggas is off the wall like Aresnio Hall
I'ma put you right back where the dirt is at
450 fahrenheit on the thermostat
Somebody starving like a white girl ？？ that
But she not a earner yet, she couldn't put in no work,
not earning that, the black microphone murder vet
I'm in a class of my own,
If I got beef with you, you the last one to know
I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable
You late, I'm already international-able
I done toured to Berlin, banged in Beijing
You never seen nothing can't say the same thing
Tell somebody Black Thought, yeah you know the name ring
So give him the game ring for bringing what them niggas can't
bring
My hustle is long, my muscle is strong
My man put the paper in the duffle I'm gone
Y'all still a light year from the level I'm on
Just a pawn stepping right into the head of the storm
You been warned, I will blow y'all niggas and disintegrate
I'm a rebel, renegade must stay paid
5.Becoming Unwritten
Lyricist：Tarik L. Collins, Tahir Jamal, Karl B. Jenkins, Khari Mateen,
Radji Mateen, Ridhwan Mateen, Ahmir K Thompson, Tariq Trotter
The son won't face the father
The gun won't erase the drama
While you're waitin' the time's up
6.Criminal
Lyricist：Brian Carenard, Tarik L. Collins, Karl B. Jenkins, Khari
Mateen, Jamal Miller, Ahmir K Thompson, Tariq Trotter
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Look, it is what it is because of what it was
I did what I did 'cause it does what it does
I don't put nothin' above what I am, what I love
My family, my blood, my city and my hood
Hater for the greater good, I'm back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook
All the petty crime took a toll on me
I look around at my homies that's gettin' old on me
But still somethin' gotta hold on me, maybe it's faith
If it's comin', yo I'm willing to wait
I'm not runnin', I done ran through the muck
I done scrambled and such
I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough
Till I'm put up in handcuffs and pissin' in a cup
If there's a God I don't know if he listenin' or what？
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Yeah, it is what it is and that's how it go
Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you know
Get get greeted like a nigga if the nigga is all you show
A public enemy to send a eye in the scope
My city like a island where you can't find a boat
Have you wishin' for a raft and prayin' that hope flows
Who lookin' for a chair and some real strong rope
Just to end it all here, screamin', 'Fuck the mayor'
He see the faces at the bottom of the welfare
They act like I'm somethin' to fear trapped in urban warfare
Pullin' triggers at a college career
Can't ignore the call of the wild that's drawin' 'em near
Try to make fast money last long, some years
Try to laugh it off still couldn't lose the tears
To the rules, I will not adhere, break the law, yeah
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Who wanna challenge mine？ I'm sick of St. Valentine
I did the violent crimes that's why I got this style of rhyme
Seek repentance to spittin' them sentences to senseless
Experience is the difference, you can't convince this
In a crime sense, niggas is infants
I'm like a senior citizen, still livin' but gettin' benefits
Put emphasis on hittin' my nemesis in high percentages
Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence
And it gets deeper than that
Remember nights I used to sleep wit a gat
With a package of crack under my sneaker strap
D's sneak attack and raid me, it took a week for that
Beat the rat, but you're sayin', 'Look, he think he the mack'
Fuck ya'll, niggas who thinkin' they might try us
Watch us inside riots, blue cars and light fires
We already been knocked, scrutinized
Plus, cops rush to brutalize us
America's polluted by lust, who could I trust？
If I can't trust you, then I might touch you
If I ain't got love for you then fuck you
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
7.I Will Not Apologize
(＊Prod. by The Roots, Richard Nichols)
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize＊
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't apologize
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L then I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving slower
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But even she know I'm coming back like an echo.
For the statements I'm about to make I will not apologize
Niggas talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid
Don't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets
Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip silly digits
White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimping
Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do
Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in zoos
The problem is with this everyone seems to be real confused
The niggas on the streets to the old people that watch the news
And watch BET and the crazy shit they see
They associate with you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see just a nigga from the projects
But can't understand this nigga's mind set but still
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be
televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second time
Never was I into chasing trouble I was followed by
Facing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticized
Ran into some people that's surprised I was still alive
Look into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I provide
Got to get from A to B but how can I afford to drive？
Messed around, tried to get a job and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign
Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize
8.Singing Man
Lyricist：Tarik L. Collins, Karl B. Jenkins, Khari Mateen, Jamal
Miller, Greg Spearman, Ahmir K Thompson
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Look I'm so twisted, so, so twisted
One life to live, and I'm willing to risk it
Terror that the world has never known existed
Left so many clues, now how could they miss it？
Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it
Long as it means the world is on my shit list
Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, it's too late to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so anxious
The ones I hate barely know what my name is
Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous
Willing to spill my blood to be famous
Willing to spill my blood to make changes
Look for a suicide note to explain this
Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish
Sounds insane, you're speaking my language
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
One for the pressing, two for the cross
Three for the blessing, four for the loss
Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse
In the face of transgression
Military issue Kalashnikov or machete or a pitchfork
He killing â~cause he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war taking hits from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13 year old killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little No Man Survive
When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes
Who to blame？ It's a shame, the youth were demonized
Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you
His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
My manner seems patient, inner rage lies
So deep I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives
Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are lighting up the midday sky
The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently
Too much faith to be scared, to petrify then flare
Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer？ That's your call
Mass transit or a mall, who can watch them all？
In the name of the merciful, sing me a song
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
9.Unwritten
(＊Prod. by The Roots, Tahir Jamal, Radji Mateen, Khari Mateen)
When I think about the good times＊
I think about yesterday
You can asked me about the future
I don't know what to say
Tomorrow's story's unknown
So listen
It's almost anyone's guess
Unwritten
When I think about the good times
I think about yesterday
You can ask me about the future
I don't know what to say
It's almost anyone's guess
Yo
It was a cold night
Not cold like the winter
Just cold like a energy was in the air
I generally don't like
The driver had to dip, so he left me in the whip
Turned around and said, ('You know you're on your own, right？')
{＊PAUSE＊}
I'm the zone like
There's pictures on the wall of my own life
Just like a drive-in
Only it's live, and this a montage of the places I been
My sixth sense taste the problem
The sus-pense had my heart racin', throbbin'
Just like a young punk with a tape revolver
Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him
The cigarettes chased the vodka
The nigga just chased the dream but won't taste the monster
The son won't face the father
The gun won't erase the drama
Why you wait 'til my time's up
{＊GUN COCKS＊}
10.Lost Desire
(＊Prod. by The Roots, Khari Mateen：]
It's the love, in your heart＊
Or the pain, in your mind
No one cares, what the truth is
Cause 'em fortunes, they don't lie
Ok, uh-huh, ok, yo
I'm exhausted, but I never ever forfeit
Y'all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick
Y'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns
A militant will put this heat in your lungs
The street and the slums, the weekend is done
The local class always show you what heat is become
The seasons are done, and reasons are none
People dyin' bullets flyin' cause they squeezin' for fun
It's all of a nightmare, that's right there
They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care
With all this protestin' and rallyin', death toll tallyin'
Foul smells around them, pails in the alley an'
Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again,
They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's hollerin'
Get off the choir with your soft attire,
Niggas out here don't give a fuck, cause they Lost Desire
Yeah
My city's full of, heartbreakers and stargazers
Who puff garsh Vegas
So they 'Gone with the wind', like Clark Gable,
Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel
Yeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangled
We not patriotic, the heroes are not them,
Ghetto grills like rims, you stop, they still spin
Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark
And we still stop in and chicken and (？) Timbs
And listen to Rakim
With the way that y'all been
For realla, I hadn't been schemin' to ply in
You fear us？ Fear is self, personified
Payin' homage to homicide
Prayin' to the dollar sign
It's idol／idle worship, the rebel forces
Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress
This is war, we expect some losses
And we comin' for the heads of the bosses
Yo
We on some casualties of war shit
What you stand for, kid？
We in the city where they definitely lost it
You open your eye-lids and get capped in the ribs
Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids
Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune
And left three orphans
Now he in a box with the same chain and watch
That never came off him
It's a shame what it cost him
Where he come from it ain't nothin'
It's a everyday thing, that's a problem
It's chambers revolvin'
Bustin' like Russian roulette
With a full set, they change what the odds is,
Flames in the mosque, and people held hostage
Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit
Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick？
This shit is out of control, they can't stop it
It's the love... {＊echoes＊}
11.The Show
Lyricist：Tarik L. Collins, Tahir Jamal, Karl B. Jenkins, Khari
Jenkins, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ahmir K Thompson, Tariq Trotter
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock the show
Uh, and I'm still the one
Am I a poet or a prophet or a stone to build upon？
And what's the reason I still perform？ Feed my children on
How I'm on a hustle from dusk 'till dawn
Where all the love and the trust is gone
My eyes wider than a baby that just was born
Fightin' a war they ain't pay me enough to join
Behind a phrase they was crazy enough to coin
You kiddin' me？ The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty
And all type of necessities they not givin' me
I put my body in jeopardy 'cause I'm committed
Even though they try to stifle your man creativity
They got hopes and plans of gettin' rid of me
I hit 'em like Ethiopia hit up Italy
Swift as the bullet that killed King and Kennedy
You know the battle is off to infinity now
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock the show
I remember The Show like Doug E. where people quiet was ugly
Yellin', 'Get money', now we're showin', we're dummy
Still doin' shows where the spots be bummy
Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a better room
Maybe The Upper, where my people won't suffer
The leather gets tougher, we drive like a trucker through the
night
For every wrong, makin' two rights
And use mics to reach new heights, the blue lights
Follow, I guess it's the scent of Chicago
That make 'em wanna mess with my tomorrow
In these borrowed days, the rhyme and the mind that pays
The world is a show, you define your stage
One, two, it's live so you can't undo
No sleep 'cause then your dreams won't come true
And every one's like a broad that we run through
Each finger, this ain't gonn' stop so we just gonn' continue
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock the show
The Ernest Hemingway of B-boy poems
They can never take the pen away and leave Roy Jones
Nigga knowin' every nuance wit' two eyes closed
The life I chose, more of a mission
I make a crowd convulse and act on impulse and intuition
I've seen the future, listen, believe the superstition
I keep spittin' 'til it's a truce or crucifixion
I'm at home in the pressure zone, weakness is never shown
Let alone I'm a man made of mere flesh and bone
I can't help that my heart beat as a metronome
And I've acquired a taste that's upper echelon
Lyrical professional, maniac megalo
Plate in my head that spin the way the record go
And break it down like it's the walls of Jericho
If they don't know by know they prob'ly never know
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock
The show, the show, it must go on
The show, the show, it must go on
I can't stop, I won't stop
I will not, I will rock the show
The show, the show
12.Rising Up
Lyricist：Olubowale Akintimehin, Tarik L. Collins, Karl B. Jenkins,
James Jason Poyser, Ahmir K Thompson
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked what's wrong
She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day
long
So I told her I got something you've been waiting for
I got something you've been waiting for
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's
wrong
She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day
long
So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga
Well, I'm a downtown shooter, who that？
The crown ruler is back, he kind of grew into the shape of a
mack
Look how I do it, yo, I'm taking you back
This how you rise down to the foundation, how sacred is that？
I'm from the number one place on the map
The generational gap with yet another sensational track
And we don't stress for nothing, I just press the button
It's as simple as just making it hap'
To all the frauds, stop faking, relax and to the broads if you
caking
Then clap, then shake it without breaking your back
I know the world been waiting for that
You been aching for that â~cause what they playing on the
station is wack
And I'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
The best is that which I accept and nothing less
My stacks is grotesque my squad so fresh
You know it's Black Thought and your boy the broquest but
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's
wrong
She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day
long
So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga
Hip hop ain't dead â~cause the pulse is in us
I got the Everclear flow, they mimosa with it
We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen
And I'm supposed to pivot like I'm a forward in the league
I'm Oden with it
Yet, don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics
But if you ain't got the dance, they revoke your spinning
So good rappers ain't eating they Olsen twining
But I'm so committed they have grown familiar
With the counterfeit hitters they so-so with it, but they are
Sosa with it
They Mark McGuire with the written, I'm Rodriguez
On the road to riches, this is the fork I'm hitting
This is the trial and error era, no co-defendant
I push The Seed every time like I'm Cody with it
I said the one-hit wonders pneumonia to us
I don't know you niggas, hit the road, my nigga
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's
wrong
She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day
long
So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga
Where my grimy figures at？ Look lively addressing the captain
Show me where your first impression is at
And where your dedication to the true profession is at
How you laugh, answer me, what kind of question is that？
I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of
rap
The real muscle in the message of that
My name trouble I'm a blessing to rap
And you can check my stats â~cause worldwide they attesting to
that
So nigga, listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps
How I'm like Bobby DeNiro, Joe Pesci and them cats
Am I the unsung hero？
Oh yes, if you asking anybody that's aware of the classics
They'll tell you I'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
The best is that which I accept and nothing less
My stacks is grotesque, my squad, so fresh
You know it's Black Thought and your boy the broquest but
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's
wrong
She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day
long
So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
So let's go
13.Birthday Girl
(＊Prod. by The Roots, Richard Nichols, Shane Clark)
What is it we wanna doooo..＊
now that I'm allowed to be alone with you？
Bir-thday girl, it's your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you're old enough to go and see the 'R'-rated show, now
'R'-rated show
Yo, she said she was a magazine editor named, Janine
Backstage in high-heels and painted-on, jeans
Probably had the most, devious eyes I'd ever sene
Told me she was twenty-two, she was only seventeen
She had sum'hin to hide she snuck in from out-side
and got, everybody gassed like the car I, drive
With all that grown-lady ass and my far-out, vibe
She said she came to see them Roots boys +Fall-Out+ live, but
listen...
You see the girls look good, but they brains not ready
I talk to a woman, her mind is mo', steady
Probably sum'hin in the way they designed, that's mo' steady
I just let you inside 'cause the line so, heavy
But I shoulda know, better 'cause now I feel like America's
underbelly R. Kelly gutter smut peddlers
Internet predators, chat-room irregulars
This not my twist, you tryna send me to the therapist, miss
Now, she told me cheddar cheese grits, two tomato fried fish
'Cause she heard it's my dish, tryna be my sidekick
All the people all around thinkin she was my chick
Sayin, 'Damn, the girl thick, but she ain't no twenty-six'
Lookin at me like I'm up to sum'him on the funny tip
Like I ever really been the one to try the honey drip
It's your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get
In fact, blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me
They can't really seem to look away
so they try, asking her to stay
Fake I.D., you won't get turned away!
You look, lovely toniiiight...
Now you're old enough to buy a gun
So many better ways of having fun
Right now I can only think of one...
You look lovely toniiiight...
14.The Grand Return
The streets talk＊
And they hear
And They watch,
So stay clear
Cuz they need,
The streets feed
A street thief and what they need
And everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up,
get up.
Everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get
up.
Everybody get up.
Uh, I get up.
Read the mornin' paper,
Kiss my baby girl.
Tell my lady friend I'm gone till I save the world.
Jump in my hotrod wheel,
Lookin' super thorough.
Rockin' a long black cape like the Duke of Earl.
My cool don't drop,
I spit where the future twirl.
I smash glass in my hands to produce a pearl.
I do the james on stage, then I do the ？？.
You can tell I'm bonafide live, cuz I'm too fo' real.
So the truth prevail, I never fail.
Ask me to key the blaze in the trail.
I never tell,
Like the digits on the check in the mail.
I give 'em hell,
With the clever rhymes in the squad situated ？？.
White on white ？？ throwin' elbows.
You wanna holla, you can do the rebel yell bro.
I'm not concerned,
When will y'all learn.
Roots Crew muthafuckas,
It's the Grand Return.
The streets talk,
And they hear
And They watch,
So stay clear
Cuz they need,
The streets feed
A street thief and what they need
And everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up,
get up.
Everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get
up.
Everybody get up.
15.Pow Wow 2
16.I Can't Help It
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
Live with it, that's how I survive with it
Talk jive with it, you take a dive with it
Connive with it, depart and arrive with it
Harsh thrive, that's why it's part I with it
I did it, make rhymes in five minutes
Mind of a Dennis, crimes of a menace
Press rewind, see what you find in my image
Take you niggas back to the line of the scrimmage
â~Riq, you know we pull a freak with the flow
Talk's cheap that's why we speak with the dough
Ill technique show I'm sleek with the flow
It's cold outside, nigga, sleep with the snow
I tweek in the low tone, freak with the ozone
I can't help hiding my secrets they're so known
I only do what I got to â~cause it's possible
And climbin' over whatever's known as an obstacle
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
Ugh, I can't help it, maybe I'm selfish
Maybe the way I'm runnin' is becomin' a health risk
All I can see is smoke through tortoise shell
Gazelle 650's, I'm feelin' like I'm makin' a sales pitch
My head already so heavy, it's makin' the scales tip
I got my own pressure and got everyone else's
I'm rehabilitated, still feelin' rebellious
Candidate of heart failure, more pills then Elvis
In a layer cake, half-chocolate, half-velvet
I'm listenin' to some Howe Melvin
I got too many options, there's so many toxins
Yo, ain't no really tellin' what we killin' ourselves with
I lit a cigarette and inhaled it
I'm thinkin' of some rhymes more iller then a threatening
ailment
I'm on some bomb threat in the mail shit
Because of all the things I dealt with, nigga, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I never said I'm ready to die, but I accept it
Never said I'm ready for war but I'm protected
I don't even know when it's comin' but I expect it
Lost all semblance of hope, so now I'm left with
Nervous conditions, addictions, in addition
To vixens that mixed in with the wrong crowd
My life is on a flight that's goin' down
My mother had an abortion for the wrong child
Well, the time I felt love that's gone now
Been replaced by purple rains and some storm clouds
Misery love misery
So why make friends, let's make some enemies
And now, I got a habit that wasn't meant for me
Now, I'm in a marriage that wasn't meant to be
One more reason to change identity
The cars, the crime, K's, penalties
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I can't help it, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I, I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I can't help it, I, I, I can't help it
I, I, I, I can't help it
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