1.The Ultimate
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Ahmir Thompson
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it,
rock-rockin' it
We are the ultimate, c'mon
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate, rock-rockin' it, rock, c'mon y'all
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
My vocal's a passport that never expire
The crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire
Screamin' out 'The Roots' while I balance with the wire
Yo, expert in this profession, the session
In 1987, I linked up with the question
Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen
In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven
My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven
This foul world so filled of shit is like a clogged up colon
Swollen with minds that got stolen
Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrol men
Torture, blood flow like bodies of water
Fathers sexually assaultin' they own daughter
Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
In a game of life, yo it's hard to roll a double
Tryin' times, take lives and separate couples
Kids thinkin' they grown, tellin' they moms, 'Fuck you'
Under they breath, livin' in the last times left
Peep the imagery strep, across the sky like a canvas
And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness
Time to set it off, let's spark this
Switzerland, let's spark this
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate rock-rockin' it
We are the ultimate, rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it,
rock-rockin' it
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
C'mon
(Rock-rockin' it)
C'mon
(Rock-rockin' it)
Yo my definition is the lyricist for hire
You couldn't have a clue, it's about to transpire
The books I buy live arms I acquire
The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir
We explore the whole states plus record
In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war
Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor
But I could see the drop was a mile aboard
To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes
I said, 'I don't got 'em', Guess it kinda presented a problem
When I understood, they said, 'Let him go'
I woke up, though we descended to London, Heathrow
And now with a past, fuckin' with border patrol
I'm findin' it out, I'm leakin' with my people
Hit the studio, spread this information
In daze of frustration fogged the education
From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination
The Roots du journ, go check the translation
The dictionary of devout topics, far from Ebonics
The Fifth Dynast, they can't stop it, yo Zurlich y'all keep it
tight heed
While The Roots Crew smoke weed
Yo, we are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate, say what？
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon rock-rockin' it,
rock-rockin' it
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
We are the ultimate
(Rock-rockin' it)
C'mon rock-rockin' it, rock-rockin' it, they go
2.Table Of Contents - Part 3
Hit the flow, ah, 'cos it's 'bout to blow, ah
Come on, hit the flo', ah, it's 'bout to blow, ah
Hit the flow, ah, it's about to blow, ah
Hit the flow, ah, 'cos it's about to blow, ah
Lyrical landslide, bonafide worldwide live
Shit to make my niggas in the west just vibe
Comin' out the numero that don't divide
That's 5, talk hustle that's the way we survive
My alter ego, five hundred fifty five people collide
Beneath a counter-locks, last like a thousand shots
Black Thought, SP side clout to strut on sidewalk
Dip like high drug, spit fire fly third eye talk
That leave your mind struck
What, Miss Kinda you fuckin' the rhyme up
Yo, my man OC told you, time's up
React, respond what, y'all MC's is awe-struck
Pull a seat up at my table of contents
But kill all the nonsense, I'm readin' your contents, you hate
it
The CEO, SP Incorporated
Supreme rap maneuvers that deleted orchestrated
You know what I'm sayin', the most awaited back again
Shorty said, 'Where you been？'
That I can't divulge, you can check for the bulge
Or roll over in dough
You know what I'm sayin', get overwhelmed, develop like film
Step up into the realm, what into the realm？
You know what I mean？ P-P, fam Malik B
You know what I'm sayin', word up, you gone lose control
You know what I'm sayin', MC's you got bit the flow
You know what I mean？ It's 'bout to blow
Check it out, come on with the flow
Yo, yo, aight playa, I got whatever kind of flavor
Rock from L.A. to Colorado to Decatur
Wherever I walk stay smoked for hours later
I stumble into some trees to scuff up your gators
Now what you and your lady know
Don't she tell you how she A this nigga？
She hit me up wit like fifty-five pages
My sound take you from conception to death stages
Introducin' adrenaline, it's outrageous
Lift you up like you're weightless
Yo, sit down it's hard to take this bad news to spread around
Now I'm about to let you know what's up now
You'll be like that's what's up now？
I'm Black Thought, I'll pull the ground up from under your feet
Like it's a throw rug, my vocal impact that of a fo-fo slug
You hold your chest like hold up, I need time to think
And detonate don't blink
You know what I'm sayin', hit the floor again now you extinct
Check it out, when we warrin' in we on the brink
Insanity, niggas is panickin', you tryin' to run
Check it out, ayyo yo the fearsome, what, hit the flo'
Hold up, you know what I mean？ You just don't know
(Check it out)
We 'bout to let this go
(Check it out)
Aight, yo, hit the flow, check it out, it's 'bout to blow, wop
bop
Check it out, hit the flow, wop wop
Check it out, shit's 'bout to blow, wop wop and a come on
Hit the flow, wop wop, we-wop come on
'Bout to blow, wop bop, check it out
Come on, hit the flo' wop, and ah
It's you, you know what I mean？ R double O T S, yes, step
Yes, the Lieutenant, table of contents, yo
And the table of contents, you know what I mean？
3.Table Of Contents Part 1
＊Background＊
Is this fast or normal speed？
Yea, knawsayin？, yea, Table of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x)
Uh yea, uh huh, yo
Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my
arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin
You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the
R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin
The world traveller in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin
Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents ＊begins fading＊
Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin
Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin mind
4.Table Of Contents Part 2
It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days
Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ？ shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ？miss amend？
Peep the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire ＊echoes＊
5.What Goes On Part 7
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Yo, niggaz can not see me, can not be me or
capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour
I am but a messanger born to blow up
My niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dime
At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme
On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard
when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard
Nigga what？ You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my
black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
Sucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time
My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded
I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
Got the 12 gauge had the reci-play, inter-terrestrial-ly
My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher
than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid
Cause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foul
This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me
So my style's the blend of what is and was
You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep
and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real
Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill
Another crab motherfucker 'nother cap to peel
Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance
Niggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Inside my head, you wish to see
The signs appear, the shit's not clear
What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
I'm takin heads because, there's no fuckin ledge
I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide
I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried
Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me
Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty
Niggaz run around like clones, I got planets and thrones
Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well
known)
I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand
Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man
(Malik B)
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
they shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrender
Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders
In syringes, I can shoot up lyrical vengeance
And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers
You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me
niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with lyrics leaded
Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded
I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics
Black Thought, Elo and me a trio
Tellin the the strong, word is bond
I'm just tellin you what goes on
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(C'mon brother)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on？ ＊2X＊
(Tell me baby!)
6.The Lesson Part 1
Verse One：Black Thought
Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray Kangol's
with 555 Soul's from the streets
of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain, niggaz is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz ya know my style
I run a--motherfuckin-rap--muk
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the party
and scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
of your action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly borough dread
thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggaz want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
Verse Two： Dice Raw
Ya leave niggaz missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggaz didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, with all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with lyrics high
To make niggaz stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat styles equivalent
of an AIDS infected Glock blast
Niggaz know my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggaz know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
if ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggaz with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask BR.O.Th.E.R ？
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy chair
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta here
7.Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New
Lyricist：Tariq Collins, Jimmy Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Karl Jenkins,
Malik Smart, Scott Storch, Ahmir Thompson
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, ultra magnet
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
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 can't, take me you out, you ain't
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, sippin' this limbic framboise
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
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
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 back slap 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
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
8.Act Too (The Love of My Life)
Lyricist：Leonard Hubbard, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Ahmir
Thompson, Tariq Trotter
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, Hip-Hop, check it out
It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice
Hip-Hop, you the love of my life
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's 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't a 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
And it sounds so nice
Hip-Hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to take it to the top
Yo, yo I was speakin', to my guy 'Riq and
How she was desperately seekin'
To organize in a confusion
Usin', no protection, told her on resurrection
Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost her direction
Gettin' eight ate in sections where I wouldn't eat her
An under the counter love, so silently I treat her
Her Daddy beat her, eyes all puffed
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 Malcolm in the East
Seen her on the streets of New York, trickin' off
Tried to make a hit with her 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 her 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 her 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, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Take it to the top, what？ Hip-Hop
To the top, Hip-Hop check it out
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
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 to the top 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-yeah-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
To the top
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
To the to the to the to the
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9.Rock You
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, George Spivey, Ahmir K Thompson
Rock you, rock you
Rock you, rock you
Rock you, rock you
Come on, come on
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
We will rock you
We will rock you
We will rock you
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 miles ahead of the game
Slang play off the meter 'cause it's 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 noose or the gun
'Cause you're getting banged or hanged
Thought second to none nigga
We will rock you
We will rock you
We will rock you
Yo check it out whether you ballin'
Or just one the wall and groovin', groovin'
We've come to get it kickin' and get the movement movin'
For Tracey and Tamika and for Shelly and Susan
Styles make you wonder what the hell he was usin'
Remember your development with out any music
Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some
But to whoever want to know who the truth is
You never heard another on the mic as ruthless
I drink a little liquor a lot of water and juices
It make money ain't no need for makin' excuses
Burn you fuckin' with a South Philly exclusive
Them long dick niggas with real short fuses that go off
Chick likes Riq, you such a show off
You cut your locks down to a fro than cut your fro off
I been at your show there ain't no way to cut your flow off
You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word
I will rock you
I will rock you
I will rock you
10.Rolling With Heat
Lyricist：Tariq Collins, James Gray, Talib Kweli Greene, Karl Jenkins,
Kyle Jones, Ahmir Thompson
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
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
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 Heusen
G U 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 collapsing
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
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
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
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 fuck around and hit your body like ？
'Cuz 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
'Cuz 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 B to LA see me the King splitter
Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter
Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter
Gangster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you
If you are paper thin I'm a tear you
I'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo
You barking like I'm a starting to scare you
But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you
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
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
11.Break You Off
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Karl Jenkins,
Taalib Johnson, Kyle Jones, Benjamin Kenney, Jill H Scott, Ahmir
K Thompson
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Bad misses throwin' raspberry kisses on me
You lookin' 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' till you're taken and tossed
And when I'm breakin' it off, there's no denyin' the fact it's
strong
'Cuz you got a man who's probably playin' his part
You probably breakin' his heart, he tryin' to figure the reason
you've 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
Dealin' with this, you won't be takin' a loss
You need to leave him alone
And roll with the one who's breakin' you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Brother down the hall, the one you bound to call
Workaholics are really, I'm rarely around at all
What we started got serious repercussions in court
We had a chance to turn back but look now that is what
Late nights twistin' somethin,' listenin' to Neicey sing
She got the beef for you tellin' 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 that physical fix
That 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 work with me, you won't get hurt with me
Just keep it real and you'll get broken off certainly
Dealin' with this you won't be takin' a loss
You need to leave him alone and roll with the one who's breakin'
you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Rollin' down the highway, listenin' to Sade sing
The way your 'Smooth Operator' move my way
You sittin' beside me lookin' like Friday Foster
Pam Grier structure, look at your body
Keep each other thirsty, kisses like Hershey
But lips is sealed 'cuz we don't need the controversy
I say, I'm in town, you say, you want it in the worst way
You probably told your man it was your mother's birthday
Meanwhile it's champagne, chillin' on ice
You ready for the freakiest things you've done in your life
We breakin' down like road dogs pullin' a heist
You makin' sounds like the vibe gotcha' reaching your height
Prepare for flight, this is your captain, I'm gettin' strapped
in
There's no denyin' the strength that it's attraction girl
Workin' with this, you won't be takin' a loss
So stop foolin' your man and roll with the one who's breaking
you off
Baby, baby, baby, don't you worry 'bout nothing
'Cuz I'm comin' to handle you no doubt
Whenever you want that thing you need I got it
And I aim to please so I'm coming over to give it to you baby
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
...
12.Quills
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Andrew Connell, Corinne Dewewry, Martin
Jackson, O'duff, Emmanuel Riggins, Karriem Riggins, Ahmir K
Thompson, Tarik Trotter
Don't stop yo
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
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 peoples 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 natural, I'm mad thoro
Poet for hired pack metal
You feel me？
Don't stop yo
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
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, man listen
The story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'riq, general hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame
is
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it
nigga
Don't stop yo
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
Yo, the rebel che guevara
You felt another date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice cold beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last innin'
The flash and the cash and the fast women
It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and
Black, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MC's jumpin' out shoes and socks again
Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as mumia the panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a twenty eight inch python
You know what I'm saying？
When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin'
Don't stop yo
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
13.Something In The Way Of Things (In Town)
Lyricist：Amiri Baraka, Tarik Collins, Benjamin Kenney, Ahmir K
Thompson
In town
In town
In town
Something in the way of things
Something that will quit and won't start
Something you know but can't stand
Can't know get along with, like death
Riding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his
cue
Something entirely fictitious and true
That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways
Like they were yourself, passing yourself, not smiling
The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss
I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate
I know things you know and nothing you don't know
Except I saw something in the way of things
Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny？
Was it so funny？ It followed me down the street
Greeting everybody like the good humor man
But they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like that
Me talking across people into the houses
And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picks
You could see them
But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your
funeral
Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction
And let them chant the number
And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth
Remember Steppen Fetchit
Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed
On all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling
With the ice pick high over his head
Made you laugh anyway
I can see something in the way of ourselves
I can see something in the way of ourselves
That's why I say the things I do, you know it
But it's something else to you, like that job
This morning when you got there and it was quiet
And the machines were yearning soft behind you
Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life
Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled
My mistake is I kept sayin', 'That was proof, God didn't exist'
And you told me, 'Nah, it was proof that the Devil do'
But still, it's like I see something, I hear things
I saw words in the white boy's lying rag
Said, 'He was gonna die poor and frustrated'
That them dreams walk which you 'cross town
Is gonna die from over work
There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you, 'You ain't
shit'
And you almost believe it
Broke and mistaken all the time
You know some of the words but they ain't the right ones
You cable back on but ain't nothin' you can see
But I see something in the way of things
Something to make us stumble
Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness
I see something and feel something stalking us
Like a ugly thing floating at our back calling us names
You see it and hear it too
But you say, 'It got a right to exist just like you'
And if God made it
But then we got to argue
And the light gonna come down around us
Even though we remember where the light is
Remember the Negro squinting at us through the cage
You seen what I see too
The smile that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks
You see something too but can't call its name
'Ain't it too bad', y'all said
Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy, always kind to his mother
Always say, 'Good morning' to everybody on his way to work
But that last time before he got locked up and hurt real bad
I've seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling
And he didn't even say, 'Hello'
But I knew he'd seen something
Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do
in will
And he kept marching faster and faster away from us
And never even muttered a word
Then the next day he was gone
You wanna know what
You wanna know what I'm talkin' about
Sayin', 'I've seen something in the way of things'
And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him
away？
There is in that face and remember now, remember all them other
faces
And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his
child
Wandering up the street
Remember what you've seen in your own mirror
And didn't for a second recognize the face, your own face
Straining to get out from behind the glass
Open your mouth like he was gonna say somethin'
Close your eyes and remember what you saw
And what it made you feel like
Now, don't you see something else
Something cold and ugly
Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old
man
Squatting by the drug store at the corner
With his head resting uneasily on his folded arms
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with
And in my eyes too
A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black
bird
With his ass on fire
Or the solomnotness of where we go to know, we gonna be happy
I've seen something
I've seen something
And you've seen it too
You've seen it too
You just can't call its name
Name
Name
Name
...
14.Sacrifice
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Ahmir K Thompson,
Tariq Trotter
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
The catalyst, thought with the knack for splashin'
I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
The level-headed through bred, the female's passion
Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'
The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
But if I go to Heaven, would y'all know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh？
Clap for your freedom dog, that's what's happening
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction
I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high
Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins in your mens till you thought could box
A couple of people wanted thought to stop, but guess what？
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lack lust
Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up
Came close to the utmost but no cigar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder, come on
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high
Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to sun touch and put the heat in the capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though, I get in the zone
Recognize I'm a rolling stone
No time to lolly gag or lounge with scaliwags
Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
I read an open booklet inside me
The star of the story that the groove teller got me
Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the crew gon' sense it, I get in the zone
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high
15.Pussy Galore
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Nathaniel Hall, Michael Small, Scott Storch
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 second time
After that I guarantee you will be standin' next to me
An old head once said, 'That's more power for the cocaine
Freaks dancin' in the line like soul train'
To give your product that extra push
Niggas lookin' for the time of their life, coppin' a rush
Yo I know sis', Dog, her name Lorraine
She that thick brick house with the chocolate frame
I went to school with her, twelfth grade I used to fool with her
She put me on with her squad, I got cool with her
She used to say she want to be a doctor
And couldn't nothin' stop her from givin' up that cash
For tuition even if she had to shake that ass
Fucked up her money ain't accumulate that fast
Lorraine know it's real, and sex control America
Turn the T.V. it's in the open on the regular, yo
What the freaks in the video for？
Fuck a song, give me a thong and pussy galore
You see, life's about marketin' and pussy galore
Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore
Nations goin' to war for the pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
Yo, gang wars more pussy galore
From the streets to the record store
Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
Yo desire and lust can make a man kill
Or jump off a bridge cuffed to a motherfuckin' anvil
So it's promoted like that's all y'all know
Keep a nigga under the spell you under control
But yo I seem to make people slit they wrists
Weakness, pussy make a spots they secrets
But what for？ 'Cause sex is the law, law
And done been many an empire rise and fall
From the squares to the players to the pimps and whores
To big checks that never would have been endorsed
You know, I just sit back and just peep things
Nine out of ten it's the same song, only the beat changed
So don't be lookin' at Tariq strange
When I conduct a little litmus test up in your heat range
That's when you see me on stage with six
Wicked ass chicks finna get crunk with this
You see, life's about marketin' and pussy galore
Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore
Nations goin' to war for the pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
Yo, gang wars more pussy galore
From the streets to the record store
Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
Yo, fresh cut, with the thick black velour
With the black Louis sneaks headed out for tour
Lookin' out the limo window up at the billboards
For two hundred miles, she was the only thing I saw
Promotin' everythin' from the liquor to the nicotine
Cell phones, Antihistamine, chicken wings
You gotta show a little skin to get them listenin'
For real y'all know the world is a sex machine
Full of, pretty freaks in designer jeans
They go to extremes to conjure all kinds of schemes
Half the time it ain't even responsibly
Tryin' to take me somewhere I ain't tryna be
Ghetto sin city where the P is free
You catch a bid far worser than a one to three
All up in the after hours on the second floor
For that good thing that keep 'em comin' back for more
You see, it's about marketin' and pussy galore
Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore
Nations goin' to war for the pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
Dig it, gang wars more pussy galore
From the streets to the record store
Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
More pussy galore, more pussy galore
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 second time
After that I guarantee you will be standin' next to me
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 second time
After that I guarantee you will be standin' next to me
Yeah, pussy galore
Pussy galore
16.Complexity
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Omar Edwards, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard,
Jill Scott, Ahmir K Thompson
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
You're physically in this, but how could we tell
If we was meant to be in bliss if you're not mentally as well？
This energy you're sendin' me is tricky as hell
Usually it's like a 50／50, we could take a L
Before we start things, at this point bein' apart brings
The feelin' of somebody pluckin' 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
You love feelin' like a breakdown on the verge
First we on good terms, then you on my last nerves
Got my back just achin', 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 tryin' a route talkin' about it's over and gone
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
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 smoker's jacket on
Eyes racin' back and forth listenin' to Chaka Khan
Tryin' to figure the cause why you always actin' off like I'm
slackin' off
Maybe our signal's gettin' crossed
For 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 should've 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 nothin' but understandin'
Your hearts made of glass, use care when handlin'
Girl, all in all I never leave you stranded
'Cuz my respect you commanded, you figure it out
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
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 knowin' I wanted to find me a queen
And I could 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 yearnin' to be set free
Now listen, see you and me we need to take the time
To erase any doubt that's inside your mind
It's not a mountain that I'm ever too tired to climb
And who's countin', 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, it's gonna work
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
I've been wonderin' about the complexity of what we have
It shouldn't be more, just can't see more
17.Break You Off (Radio Edit)
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, James Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Karl Jenkins,
Taalib Johnson, Kyle Jones, Benjamin Kenney, Jill H Scott, Ahmir
K Thompson
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
Off, comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
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
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
Off, comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
Rolling down the highway listening to Sade sing
'The way the smooth operator move my way'
You sitting beside me looking like Friday Foster
Pam Grier structure look at your body
Keep each other thristy, kisses like hershey
But lips is sealed 'cuz we dont need the controversy
I say I'm in town, you say you want it in the worst way
You probably told your man it was your it was ya lil's birthday
Meanwhile, it's champagne chilling in ice
You ready for the freakiest stage you done in ya life
We breakin' down like we grove dogs pulling a hike
You making sounds like a vive got you reaching your height
Prepare for flight, this is your captain, I'm getting strapped
in
There's no denying the strength that it's attraction girl
Workin' with this you won't be taking a loss
So stop fooling your man and roll with the one who's breaking
you off
Baby, baby, baby don't you want me 'round
Nothing 'cuz I'm coming, and do you know
Whenever you want that thing you need I'm there and I aim to
please
I'm coming over to give it to you, babe, babe
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
Off, comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off
Comin' to break you off, yeah babe
...
18.Seed 2.0, The (featuring Cody
Lyricist：Antonious Bernard Thomas, Tarik Trotter
Knocked up 9 months ago
And what she finna have she don't know
She want Neo-soul, this hip-hop is old
She don't want no rock 'n' roll
She want platinum or ice and gold
She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold
If you a obstacle, she just drop ya cold
'Cuz one monkey don't stop the show
Little Mary is bad, in these streets, she done ran
E'er since when the heat began
I told the girl, look here, calm down, I'ma hold your hand
To enable you to peep the plan 'cuz you is quick to learn
And we can make money to burn
If you allow me the latest game
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread my wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't ask for much these days
And I don't bitch and whine
If I don't get my way
I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
Uh-huh, Cadillac need space to roam
Where we headin' for, she don't know
We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone
I don't beg, I can hold my own
I don't break, I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun
My code name is 'The Only One and Black Thought' is bad
These streets he done ran
Ever since when the game began
I never played the fool, matta fact I be keepin' it cool
Since money been changing hands and I'm left to shine
The legacy I leave behind
Be the seed that'll keep the flame
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't beg for no rich man
And I don't scream and kick
When his shit don't fall in my hands, man
'Cuz I know how to still
Fertilize another against my lover's will
I lick the opposition 'cuz she don't take no pill
Ooh, ooh, ooh, no dear
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drop my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
Oh, ooh, break it down, break it down
Down beat
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked 'cuz I've takin' my test
Deliverin' Mary, it don't matter the sex
I'm gon' name it rock 'n' roll
I push my seed in my push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drop my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll, yeah
I would name it Rock 'N' Roll
19.What You Want (Featuring Jaguar)
Lyricist：M Lowe, Scott Storch, A Thompson, T Trotter, J Wright
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
So it's a secret that's been pent up inside for years
Exclusive type, only for your eyes and ears
You held it in for so long, you busted into tears
The letters spilled slowly across the page like a world premiere
Well I ain't, the bullshit begins here
The obvious cause, the effects is unclear
The punishment for crimes of the heart could be severe
Though to keep it on the low is a heavy cross to bear
You deep now, submerged with no signs of air
Still your sunken heart thumpin' like the kick in a snare
While on the surface it's all turnin' to a circus
That's why you're nervous, and you got a right to be
'Cause if somebody woulda done that shit to me
I mean my best man hittin' my wife to be
My sentiments exactly would be history
Y'know what I'm sayin' my peoples in the place, let's hit it
off, one two
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
Yo, it's like nothin' changed, it's all the same thang
The same characters in a book, with different names
It's a lot more to lose than you got to gain
You a lot more confused than hip to the game
The peep the script of the game the price is pain
Men and women get into things, now who's to blame？
When everybody whisperin' 'bout whatever took place
And how the fact twist a knot with a straight face
And lies, hard to swallow from the bitter taste
Well that's a point in the past that can't be erased
So motivate, though it's hard to let it ride
Or set aside true feelings, underhand dealings
Our lost trust, I wonder if we lost us
It's bigger than me and you, it's monstrous
So I'ma, just calm down and try to relax
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
If you could only flash back and undo our actions
Change what happens, dissect the fractions
A time to rewind and be recorded absent
For real 'cause these memories is photographic
Pornographic, pushing me close to madness
Head heavy like I'm trippin' on acid tablets
Yesterday as I recall was all fabulous I thought so
But now it feel like shots hittin' my torso
Spent a lotta time and trust in the wrong place
Fought a lotta fights rollin' with the wrong ace
Love, stronger than pride, we could end disgrace
I need, room the think, and space to ventilate
Was solid as a rock, shall not disintegrate
Thoughts racing like the lunatics on the interstate
For real, ya, it's ill, ya, my peoples in the place
I got to go
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
20.The Seed (2.0)
Lyricist：Antonious Bernard Thomas, Tarik Trotter
Knocked up nine months ago
And what she's fittin' to have she don't know
She wants neo-soul cause hip hop is old
She don't want no rock 'n' roll
She want platinum, ice and gold
She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold
If you're an obstacle she'll just drop you cold
Cause one monkey don't stop the show
Little Mary's bad, in these streets she done ran
Ev'r since when the heat began I told the girl
'Look here calm down I'm gonna
Hold your hand to enable you to keep the plan
Because you is quick to learn and we can make money to burn
If you allow me the latest game, I don't ask for much
But enough room to spread my wings
And a world finna to know my name'
I don't ask for much these days
And I don't bitch and whine if I don't get my way
I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow roots standin' where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
Cadillac needs space to roam, where we headed for？
She don't know, we in the city where the pros shake, rattle and
roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone, I don't beg, I can hold my own
I don't break, I can hold the chrome and it's weighin' a ton
And I'm a son of a gun, my code name is 'The Only One'
And Black Thought is bad, the mean streets he done ran
Ev'r since when the game began I never played the fool
Matter fact, I've been keepin it cool
Since money been changin hands and I'm left to shine
The legacy I leave behind, be the seed that'll keep the flame
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't beg from no rich man and I don't scream and kick
When his shit don't fall in my hands, man
'Cuz I know how to steal, fertilize another against my lover's
will
I lick the opposition 'cuz she don't take no pill
No dear, you'll be keepin' my legend alive
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
Break it down, break it down, down for me
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked 'cuz I've taken my test
Deliver it, Mary, it don't matter the sex
I'm gon name it Rock 'N' Roll
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary dropped my baby girl, tonight
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll
I would name her Rock 'N' Roll, yeah
I would name it Rock 'N' Roll
21.Thought@Work
Lyricist：Jiggs Chase, Tariq Collins, Cheryl Cooke, Ralph Macdonald, M
Morales, Sylvia Robinson, William Salter, Ahmir K Thompson, D
Wimbley, Michael Wright
Yo, where the freaks at, lookin' at me
You wanna see Black, then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys at that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So everybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo, where the safe money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black thought on capitals like the sovereign
Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard, we got 'em world wide usin' them
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo, ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
A thorough bred gonna enforce it, Tariq's where the beats at
And where the people out their seats at
For what 'cause y'all on it
I'm like Aqua man and Brown Hornet
I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it
Dog, reintroducing master thespian
Ho, telling est, elinest, emceein'
Fuck getting money for real, get freedom
Black on the grind from a.m. to the p.m.
Splash up crash up the X-5 B.M.
Motive entertainment the Philly Mob we in
Weak hearts, yo we not them
Waddup nigga T3 nigga bahtem
When the M-Ill get home we're gonna win
First one to fall cats with no chin
The mic the black hold remain smokin'
And ladies up in the place is wide open
For real you know what I'm talking about
Pull it out your pocket, pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket, check it out
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is your favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off so throw your hands up
Check it out yo
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is your favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, y'all niggas know what's up
Yo, here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh
Wanna pack can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out without joking
If I run out of shots I'm going out poking
On a date with sis we going out stroking
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce
we can go to the flat then get tantric, yeah
You pronounce the name Tariq, any questions？
Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep
With nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP cocksucker prick
Suck a dick I'ma floss for the fuck of it
Girls say the baw Black be on some other shit
Nigga talk like you work for the government
My words worth like Barnes and Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name I'm a bomb your local
Neighborness, for a ten mile radius
Well, every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound
Here come the controller
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is your favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off so throw your hands up
Check it out yo
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this is your favorite song
You at the dance hall, it's time to show it off
You got it going on, y'all niggas know what's up
22.Love Of My Life (Featuring Common)
Lyricist：Leonard Hubbard, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Ahmir
Thompson, Tariq Trotter
Make some noise if you're with me
Come on y'all, make some noise if you're with me
Make some noise if you're with me
Make some noise if you're with me
It's like that y'all, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to go to the top, y'all
Hip-hop hu, to the top hu
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that y'all, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to go 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
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, twenty five rows
But before the raw live shows, come on 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
But 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
I 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
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
To the top, to the top, to the top, to the top
To the top, to the top, to the top, check it out
It's like that y'all, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to go 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, yo I was speakin', to my guy 'Riq and
How she was desperately seekin' to organize in a confusion
Usin', no protection, told her on resurrection
Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost her direction
Gettin' ate in sections where I wouldn't eat her
An under the counter love, so silently I treat her
Her daddy'll beat her, eyes all Puffed
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 her on the streets of New York,
trickin' off
Tried to make a hit with her 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 her 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 her 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, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to go to the top, y'all
Hip-hop hu, to the top hu
Hip-hop hu
It's like that y'all, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout to go 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
23.Universe At War
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Leon Hubbard, Mel Lewis, Rashied Lynn
U.N.I.Verse at war
U.N.I.Verse at war, motherfucker
We gonna do this Chi-town style, Illadelph
You know how we get down, you know the business
Bringin' it straight to your chest
Yessah, hah, yeah, break it down, one, two
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
Check it, 1, 2
Rappers
Get on the mic, talk about cars and clothes sounding like hoes
Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples
I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man rotated down
to Phil
To say what I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes
flesh
War going on between the West and the East
Of the land niggaz don't own a piece
Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
Throw your hands in the air if you the true and living
Beware the new world order, the Devil's new religion
Sent my homey to the number two division
Sellin' bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver
Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical
It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches
Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother
Nor do I call every nigga, my brother
Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik
So don't Question a Brother to the Roots, I get deep
Yo enter the last era
Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara
We operate within this artificial opera
I bring hip hop terror like the Fuhrer, the Ace Ventura into the
horror
Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border
I'll structure a style, destroy your whole aura
Plus you're adrenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize
My image hit the skies, deceive the Devil in disguise
My music, I parenthesize, represent the wise
Do this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise
I'm thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', I wear your mind away like
Alzheimer
I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama
The A O, this year we leavin' 'em in trauma
Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of
the family The fifth dynasty for humanity to bear witness to
this
Del-val-syllable stylist
You know the time, kid
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet
Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid
Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic
The rock was typed graphic, now watch the mic blast it
Shootin' at the stars with emphatic rap static
See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin' back at it
The Lieutenant, the elephant, sippin' automatic
Mic, rippin' Asiatic, architects out to have it
The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary
Exaggerated, niggaz is livin' highly medicated
I used to love but now she violated
Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated
They outdated and incarcerated
Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated
For every career created was eliminated
And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related
As the block is divine, niggaz swing on in a safari
Wild niggaz like I'm high on latari
Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see
Get out the city for a sec, be at the places I be
Hey, I'ma be back on the deck
Opening business in places for you to cash your check
My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain't all bad
You can live in the burbs and still get had
The sad part about it, niggaz had houses on the lake
They tryin' to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate
For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate
Call each other 'cause, 'cause of how we relate
I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates
Through the wind and blow ups is how niggaz communicate
Harmonizing through beepers and reefer
The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole conceptor
When you and I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next level or level of the whole shit, bro, yeah
24.Proceed II
Lyricist：Smart Abdul-basit, Tarik Collins, Leonard Hubbard, Scott
Spencer Storch, Ahmir K Thompson
Welcome to The Roots, The Roots
Check it, check it, Black Thought is in the house
And uhh, Malik B is in the house
We're groovin' out, yes in the house
Just get on the mic with your master plan
I can make you dance, I can make you shout
The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out
Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect
Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth
Rap extraordinary share me never ever
See through because I be true, Malik's together
Into X your cells till your brain vein swells
Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parallel
Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front
I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch
I always stand firm, under any term
My actions never squirm 'cuz my tracks is perm
I have a tendency to defend this MC
My residency is simply in sensei
I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot
It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it
My style is like a cat from a seventies flick
Talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick
Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray
When I talk this way, I do dismay
See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle
My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble
The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed
I sign off but I shall proceed
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly
We could get fly that's the anthem of my
Crew not to glorify but it's sorta high
Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why
My man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate
Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape
To escape Metropolis is such a violent state
I spill words over pages, styles over phrases
From the world's different stages for crowds of different ages
Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah
Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over
Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids
Doin' bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought
I interface with bass when I communicate
Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of
Rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm
Therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore
I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore
The Roots'll keep it real for sure and I shall proceed
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
Rockin' on the microphone I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone I do this well
The Roots, The Roots
25.Water
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Cunningham, General, Goldman, Solomon, Ahmir K
Thompson, Tahir Williams
South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia
Black people, uh
Worldwide
Na what I'm sayin'？
This is for my nigga
Dumb and blind
They say a record ain't nothin' if it's not touchin', grippin'
Draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it
And if you real ill at makin' music
The listna gonna feel like he living through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met slacks back in like ninety-one rappin'
We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'
It ain't last, I be in class dreaming 'bout
Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands
Screaming out
Encore, yo I'm heading back to Philly
Nigga you rollin' with me？
I'm tryna get busy
We walked dogs that was off the chain
Lotta times at the shows people hardly came
I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside
People down with me started to change
It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills
Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'
But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'
I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject they can't eat
It's people steady comin' at me out in the street
Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga
Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the water
Yo, water
Yo, water
We done been through many meals a couple of deals
Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels
We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors
Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for
Or what we walkin' with the weapon for
Weighted by the gravity law
You know it if you came up poor my nigga
Picture the bus up north
You know we made of everything outlaws are made of
I'm far from a hata
And I don't say I love you
'Cause the way I feel is greater
M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator
And this'll probably dawn on you later
It's in your nature
Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper
You gotta follow where the talent take ya
Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo
Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the water
Yo, water
Yo, water
Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly
And when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy
They got all type-a shit anybody can get
It go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes
For my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin'
Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin'
Just embracing the dope like it's a woman
Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'
In between Islam and straight thuggin'
Layin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin'
See 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin'
If they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin
An yo, you better be a true friend to him
Before the shit put an end to him
Or give a pen to him
And lock him in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real it might save his life
And keep tellin' him
Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the water
Yo, water
Yo, water
Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high
Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by
I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
C'mon over, over, the water
C'mon over, over, the water
Yo, water
Yo, water
26.You Don't See Us
Lyricist：Tarik L Collins, Karl B Jenkins, James Jason Poyser, Malik
Smart, Ahmir Thompson
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
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
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
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
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 unseen
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Namsayin', y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
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
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
...
27.The Lesson, Pt. 3 (It's Over Now)
Lyricist：Malik Abdul-basit, Karl Jenkins, James Jason Poyser, Ahmir
Thompson, Tarik Trotter, Jaguar Wright
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, â½I ain't feeling it, really'
But that's silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me？
When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish
Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy' back？
Women say the sound of my voice, the Afro-disiac
'The Real World' for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact
That it's the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
Aiyyo, Dice's flows hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my scrotum
Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't fucking wit this shit
(I told 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't fucking wit the Roots crew
(I told 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in
The arena, the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girl
I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash
But still a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep talking shit, homeboy, that's your ass
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
It's just the simple part of the game
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed again
Militant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet
Move out 'til the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you 'bout？
How many of these niggas you doubt？
How many of these ladies making you shout？
You on a mission, so listen to this
Ask yourself what condition is this
You gotta like this, asking me about the way that I stroll
About the way I enfold in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood？ Is things still the same in the hood？
While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get soaked in the suds
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
28.Rhymes And Ammo
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Jimmy Gray, Karl Jenkins, Talib Kwali, Ahmir K
Thompson
'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin'
and I can assault, tryin'a take my position
Stop wishin', and sit yourself back and listen to
A'yo, 'cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin'
and I can assault, tryin'a take my position
Stop wishin', and sit your ass back
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that
(Shit up)
Pump that
(Shit up)
When I say stand up, y'all say get up
Stand up
(Get Up)
Stand up
(Get Up)
When I say rise up, y'all say now
Rise up
(Now)
Rise up
(Now)
When I say lick a shot, say blaow
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
A'yo everybody on they jawns, cartoons is hardcore porn
It ain't no afterschool paper routes and movin' lawns
Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron
Coming to school shootin' up the auditorium
Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV
The least of y'all worries should be thought's CD
The chairman of the board coppin' twice weekly
They done caught the minister with a pork BLT
If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me
Psyhce, its somethin' I can never let myself see
Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin' fancy
The maker, no matter what the circumstance be
Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel
Keep talkin' greasey, I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin' to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage and spit from a dirty cartridge
Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit
I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that
(Shit up)
Pump that
(Shit up)
When I say stand up, y'all say get up
Stand up
(Get Up)
Stand up
(Get Up)
When I say rise up, y'all say now
Rise up
(Now)
Rise up
(Now)
When I say lick a shot, say blaow
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
A'yo I'm dancin' on the edge of insanity
And rhymin' like its the end of humanity
Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me
Turn around and tell girls we like family
What up with all that, jokin', and collamity
Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin' me
But they don't know, I got somethin' for them
But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that
I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more
Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy
They claimin' they sell but I'm still the old boss
Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor
But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw
You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all
Watchin' different artists rise and fall
Mother fuckers jumpin' ship like we came to rob at y'all
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that
(Shit up)
Pump that
(Shit up)
When I say stand up, y'all say get up
Stand up
(Get Up)
Stand up
(Get Up)
When I say rise up, y'all say now
Rise up
(Now)
Rise up
(Now)
When I say lick a shot, say blaow
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Kweli, sittin' back in the cut like Reese
In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease
Baracudas movin' and canoein sippin' amaretto
I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals
Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals
Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental
Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored
Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward
You've got to appoint niggas to raise the bar
Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God, Rastas, they
say Jah
They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine
And make you say ah, guess who's back？
The game needed improvement
Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid
I'm a shark in the water with constant movement
Influenced by music since a truant yo, this is how we do it yo
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that
(Shit up)
Pump that
(Shit up)
When I say stand up, y'all say get up
Stand up
(Get Up)
Stand up
(Get Up)
When I say rise up, y'all say now
Rise up
(Now)
Rise up
(Now)
When I say lick a shot, say blaow
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that
(Shit up)
Pump that
(Shit up)
When I say stand up, y'all say get up
Stand up
(Get Up)
Stand up
(Get Up)
When I say rise up, y'all say now
Rise up
(Now)
Rise up
(Now)
When I say lick a shot, say blaow
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
Lick a shot
(Blaow)
29.You Got Me (Feat： Erykah Badu)
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Eve Jeffers, Jill Scott, Scott Storch, Ahmir
Thompson
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We used to live in the same building on the same floor
And never met before until I'm overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly taking classes abroad
She's studying film in photo flash focus record
Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
She said she love my show in Paris at Elyse Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart
Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter
When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone
Whatever, let's lay, let's get together, shit, you think that
not？
Think that dog went home and forgot？
Time passed, we back in Philly, now she up in my spot
Telling me the things I'm telling her is makin' her hot
Started building with her constantly 'round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight
And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the night
And that's when she flip and get on some, another lonely night？
It seems like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic
I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight
But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me？
While politickin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Sike, I'm playin' boo, you know it's just with you I'm stayin'
boo
And when cats be poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin', boo
When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl
With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills
So when you sweatin' on state, just think of me when you rhyme
And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind
Yeah, so what you sayin' is I can trust you
Is you crazy？ You my king, for real
But sometimes, relationships get ill, no doubt
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
That snake could be that chick and that rat
Could be that cool cat that's whisperin'
She's trying to play you for the fool, black
If something's on your chest then let it be known
See I'm not your every-five-minutes, it's all on the phone
And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact
That people bite back and fracture what's in tact
And they'll forever be, I ain't on some oh, I'm a celebrity
I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be
I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds
Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends
That's exactly the point where they whole world ends
Lies come in, that's where the drama begins and she like yo
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
30.Ya' All Know Who!
Lyricist：K Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Scott Spencer Storch, Ahmir K
Thompson, Tarik Trotter
I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better but some don't believe though
But I'm a proven hot
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew
Here we go Ock, watch my material knock
Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box
Down low covert ops feel or not
Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot
My name is D U N D S P, The Mic specialist
Laid back how it come off it seems effortless
I mac Nicholas, like a me St.
Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be
Back to do it to death til' ya tired of me
Now who the number one best
The never pop nuthin' sound like the rest
C'mon you know I am 'em
Raw like dark denim with a soft spot for smart women
Green trees and white linen
The black thought was a monster from the beginnin'
Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin'
It's my time and it's long overdo
Now who's comin' through y'all know who
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Word up, Black Th-idought, code name Anwar Sa-didat
Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks
From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
Ya not sleepin' that a long ass blink money
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
Nuthin' y'all spittin' is interesting
Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing
Plug bullshit, start a kid thuggish
Go ahead get ya thing off, son, I just love it
It manifests a style thou shall not covet
And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
Who the steppin' razor like Peter Ti-dosh
My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov
You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss
And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss
It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw
It's big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture
For real, for real, who comin' to get y'all？
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Step into the spot, the venue is empty
5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
Packed up to the maximum occupancy
Give me the mic, I got a Jones like Quincy
Break down the barriers, don't try to fence me
Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
Peepin', brothers on stage ten deep an'
24 out the 18 straight leapin'
Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin'
Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin'
Bang this in the hoods like stolen goods keep reachin'
New soundwave street sweepin'
I walk upon water like Run D 'em
Cash Money maintainin' the cut
It's our time and it's long overdue
Who comin' through y'all know who
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
Ya' all know the legendary Roots crew
...
31.Thought @ Work
Lyricist：Jiggs Chase, Tariq Collins, Cheryl Cooke, Ralph Macdonald, M
Morales, Sylvia Robinson, William Salter, Ahmir K Thompson, D
Wimbley, Michael Wright
Yo, where the freaks at, lookin' at me？
You wanna see Black？ Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in a Black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo where the safe money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black thought on capitals like the sovereign
Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets
Focus, flawless, New York to Europe
To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin' them
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit, your soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
A thorough bred gonna enforce it
Tariq's where the beats at
And where the people out their seats at
For what？ 'Cause y'all on it
I'm like Aqua man and Brown Hornet
I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it
Dog, reintroducing Master Thespian
Ho-telling-est, elin-est, emceein
Fuck getting money for real, get freedom
Black on the grind from A.M to the P.M
Splash up crash up the X-5 B.M
Motive entertainment the Philly Mob we in
Weak hearts, yo we not them
Waddup nigga T3 nigga Bahtem
When the M-ill get home we're gonna win
First one to fall cats with no chin
The mic the Black hold remain smokin'
And ladies up in the place is wide open
For real you know what I'm talking about
Pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Check it out
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this is your new favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up
Check it out, yo
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this is your new favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off yall niggas know what's up
Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh？
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh？
Wanna pack can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out without joking
If I run out of shots, I'm going out poking
On a date with sis we going out stroking
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce
We can go to the flat then get tantric
Yeah, you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions？
Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep
With nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP cocksucker prick
Suck a dick I'ma floss for the fuck of it
Girls say the baw black be on some other shit
Nigga talk like you work for the government
My words worth like Barnes ＆ Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name, I'm a bomb your local
Neighborness, for a ten mile radius
Well every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound
Here come the controller
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this is your new favorite song
You at the dance hall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up
Check it out, yo
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint, this is your new favorite song
You at the dance hall, it's time to show it off
You got it going on, y'all niggas know what's up
32.All I Know
Lyricist：Rozell Manely Brown, Peter O. Phillips
All I know
That's a bad motherfucker
All I know
He's about to drop some shit now
All I know
All I know
That's a bad motherfucker
All I know
He's about to drop some shit now
All I know
When I first came out, many couldn't catch my name
Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name
Rahzel, now rewind that, slow it down, you'll find that
The way I design that and revert 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 chinas from a nickel plated liner
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
All I know
That's a bad motherfucker
All I know
He's about to drop some shit now
All I know
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 harass ya
1999, octane, because I gassed ya
Watch me George Jet, on you son, like I'm NASA
It's the sound affect master
'And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me'
All I know
That's a bad motherfucker
All I know
He's about to drop some shit now
All I know
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 fireâ 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, 'Ah'
Take you 'Three Feet High and Risen', 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 momma 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 Quran
All I know
That's a bad motherfucker
All I know
He's about to drop some shit now
All I know
33.Lovely, Love My Family
Lyricist：Amos Watene
All we need, all we need, all we need
Spread the love around, yeah
Sometimes when I am sitting by myself
Those quiet moments when not with no one else
I'm mesmerized by all the many good things in my life
I think about the time when I was younger
And the older that I get the more that I feel wiser
With the love of friends and family
Get stronger and it carries me on through
So I say lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, love my family
So I say lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, love my family
Sometimes when I am waiting for the bus
The sun shines bright and I feel peace like nowhere else
I know I'm in good health and life keeps going, I keep moving,
I'm alright
I go to school and educate my mind
And the way the world is spinning
Makes me want to turn around
And start all over, hit the reset and go back in time
Oh, baby, love me
Oh, spread the love around, yeah
So I say lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, love my family
So I say lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, love my family
Wake up everybody＊
No more sleepin' in bed
No more backward thinkin'
Time for thinkin' ahead
The world has changed
So very much
From what it used to be
There is so much hatred
War and poverty, whoa, oh
Wake up, all the teachers
Time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen
To what'cha have to say
'Cause they're the ones who's coming up
And the world is in their hands
When you teach the children
Teach 'em the very best you can
The world won't get no better
If we just let it be, na, na, na
The world won't get no better
We gotta change it, yeah
Just you and me
Wake up, all the doctors
Make the old people well
They're the ones who suffer
And who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long
Before the Judgment Day
So wont'cha make them happy
Before they pass away
Wake up, all the builders
Time to build a new land
I know we can do it
If we all lend a hand
The only thing we have to do
Is put it in our mind
Surely things will work out
They do it every time
The world won't get no better
If we just let it be, na, na, na
The world won't get no better
We gotta change it, yeah
Just you and me
It's the God hour, the morning I wake up
Just for the breath of life I thank my maker
My mom say I come from hustlers and shakers
My mind builded on skyscrapers and acres
He said take us back to where we belong
I try to write a song as sweet as the Psalms
Though I am the type to bear arms and wear my heart on my sleeve
Even when I fell in God I believe
We the days at
Weave through the maze and the season so amazing
Feed them and raise them
Seasons are asian
Earthquakes, wars and rumors
I want us to get by but we more then consumers
We more than shooters
More than looters,
Created in his image,
So God live through us,
And even in his generation living through computers
On love, love, love can reboot us
Wake up, everybody
Wake up, everybody
Need a little help, y'all
Yes I do, need a little help
Need a little help, y'all ay
Wake up everybody
Wake up everybody
Wake up everybody
35.Hard Times
Lyricist：Curtis Mayfield
Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare
People all around me and they're all in fear
They don't seem to want me but they won't admit
I must be some kind of creature up here having fits
From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside
Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride
So I play the part I feel they want of me
And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
From my party house, I feel like meetin' others
Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother
But to my surprise I find a man corrupt
Although he be my brother he wants to hold me up
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
In this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin' hard times in this crazy town
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found
36.Our Generation
Lyricist：Leon Moore
Hope of the world is in our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
It's all left up to us
To change this present situation
(Let's straighten it out)
Take caution from our elders
Don't make the same mistake
(Let's straighten it out)
Let's fill the world with love
And get rid of all the hate
Our elders taught us one thing
But practice another
Just look what happened
To the Indian and the brother
Straighten it out
Straighten it out
Straighten it out
Hope of the world is in our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
It's all left up to us
To change this present situation
(Let's straighten it out)
Our leaders make us fight
And we don't know what for
(Let's straighten it out)
If they want people killed
Let them fight the war
It's gotta end somewhere
This killing's got to cease
If no one were to fight
We'd all live in peace
Our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
It's all left up to us
(Let's straighten it out)
Our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
Let's do just what we must
And straighten it out
(Straighten it out)
Gotta straighten it out
(Straighten it out)
Straighten it out
(Straighten it out)
Yeah, we gon' straighten it out, yeah
As long as there's a you, there's a better me
It's why we're together and stronger
Than they ever thought it could be
A world motherless, can health care cover this？
A love for all people no matter what the culture is
Our generation is makin' huge strides
A self-empowering movement, that's on the rise
The more the door is open, the more the youth can see
A fair chance means a greater opportunity
To have a brighter future, deeper insight
Work hard to be anything you want in life
It's what it's all about, the longevity
Educated enough to know what's ahead of me
Need to straighten it out, seek and you'll find
They can cage your body but not your mind
We lay it all on the line in the struggle
We grew but together here's what we gotta do
Our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
It's all left up to us
(Let's straighten it out)
Our generation
(Let's straighten it out)
Let's do just what we must
And straighten it out
Our generation, straighten it out
Let's straighten it out and straighten it out
Hey, we can straighten it out, yeah
C'mon, yeah, our generation, let's straighten it out
Hey, hey, we'll straighten it out
We'll straighten it out, straighten it out
New York City, better straighten it out
Atlanta, better straighten it out
In Los Angeles, you better straighten it out
We can straighten it out, we can straighten it out
37.Clap
Lyricist：Collins Tarik L, Evans Neal
Ooh, it's been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It's been a long time
Let it spin, let spin, let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It's been a long time, long time, long time
Black thought, struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation what I'm hustling for
My name black thought the definition of raw
I was born in South Philly on a cement floor
I had nothing at all, had to knuckle and brawl
They swore I'd fall, be another brick in the wall
Another life full of love that lost
That's silly, this Philly, y'all really ain't stoppin'
The boy with the pen like Willie on top of the hall
Pure soul is what the city most popular for
Hear the tones that will ease you
Smooth as Bunny Sigler's soundtrack
Keepin' your head boppin' and all
It's something in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents from a quarter
Where I come from, yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got at in a minute, yeah
You can take a brother outta South Philly
Can't take it outta him really
I forever represent it and it's
Ooh, it's been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It's been a long time
Let it spin, let spin, let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It's been a long time, long time, long time
Live and direct, I don't need no mic check
Remember mommy told me, you ain't write that
It started in the bathroom taking a dump
Listening to Ultra magnetic ego tripping you won't
Pressure my word, I'm the urban vision of you chump
Stomped on a different ground
Sound second to none synthesizers tweet
To improvise your feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It's free, come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Yeah, it's somethin' in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody
Fifty cents from a quarter, yo
Where I come from
It's just a natural reaction
For crack to make it happen
Let the pen ink sink
Into the paper of the pad, think back
When I was younger
Ghetto could have took me under
Young Peedi can't mess with North Philly
Never had, you don't know about me
You ain't stroll my streets look familiar
I feel ya longtime no see
Ooh, it's been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It's been a long time
Let it spin, let spin, let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It's been a long time, long time, long time
Uhh, clap somethin' but whatever you clap
Clap to the record spinnin'
While I'm takin' you back to the top paper era
Baby big on that picture the pool room
Where the money getters was at
And street people with feather in the cap
Or their Bossolino Pullin' paper
As if it's a small casino
I was a young boy, sweepin' the floors
And runnin' to stores but all those old heads
Would talk to me about the way
To clutch the eagle on a buck and truck
And if I'm down, how to get back up
Just survival kid and it's a struggle worldwide
I'm positive, shit the ghetto might as well
Be the Gaza Strip
You know where all the monsters is street walkers
You don't see no consciousness I'm coming back to where
The core of the problem is we on the job again
Y'all know what time it is
Ooh, it's been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It's been a long time
Let it spin, let spin, let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It's been a long time, long time, long time
38.The Return to Innocence Lost
Lyricist：Ursula Desire Rucker, Ahmir Thompson, Anthony Lennox Tidd
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch
With each hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, bones are crying
Mommy's crying and bleeding and pleading
And then, daddy wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that wasn't enough
Mommy's seven months heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear
First lullaby
First son will ever hear
And never forget
Mommy almost bled to death when she have him, finally
She'd already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from being daily beat
And Friday nights were the worse
And daddy never came with flowers
Instead he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar pop named Cookie
Putting his thing down soiling mommy's sheets with
Sweet talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice
To hell with the good news that he was a father for the first
time
His thirst for wine and women clouded his vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just the rank smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's prayerful strength, her best defense
She burned the dirty linens, made a fresh bed
Laid sleeping first son down and never made a sound
As she purged her scourge with birth blood and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye
Mommy's little survivor like her
Mommy called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy soon after the girl much later and
Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her first son, the first one, whose womb world was profaned
Came of age playing street games with Stevie, Rezzie, and little
brother
'Till his heart start to wither in pain and shame
Blamed mom for the wrong she let daddy do to her and him
Let sins of the father cause his innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, become prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful words of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of others who had also lost their
way
Played a different kind of street game now
First son plunged deep, speak street family vows
Espouse no causes but his own
See, he couldn't protect mommy's neck from daddy's grasp
Or protect mommy's ass from daddy's wrath
Couldn't shield her ears from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor
breath jeers
His only defense, served to be confidence
Brown bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now, daddy and him twins in addiction
Driven to false hearted heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had become what he despised from conception 'til end
Destined for a demise, survived nine lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, only for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and mouth corners
One December 24th Mr. Hide and false friend
Took final ride to suburban supplier
Shots were fired by the gray man with shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss hit, lost boy in back
So called friend runs for door, leaves first son blood born
Lying alone in blood on cold floor
Death was the cost of returning to innocence lost
Baby 'sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn'
To mommy's sobs and shakes, daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past omitted and absolved by lost
As they clung to each other, knowing
39.Y'all Know Who
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Leonard Hubbard, Scott Storch, Ahmir Thompson
I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better but some don't believe though
But I'm a proven hot
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew
Here we go Ock, watch my material knock
Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box
Down low covert ops feel or not
Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot
My name is D U N D S P, The Mic specialist
Laid back how it come off it seems effortless
I mac Nicholas, like a me St.
Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be
Back to do it to death 'til ya tired of me
Now who the number one best
The never pop nothin' sound like the rest
C'mon you know I am 'em
Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women
Green trees and white linen
The black thought was a monster from the beginnin'
Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin'
It's my time and it's long overdo
Now who's comin' through y'all know who
Y'all know the legendary roots crew
Y'all know the legendary roots crew
Word up, Black Th-idought, code name Anwar Sa-didat
Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks
From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
Ya not sleepin' that a long ass blink money
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
Nuthin' y'all spittin' is interesting
Y'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing
Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish
Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it
It manifests a style thou shall not covet
And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
Who the steppin' razor, like Peter Ti-dosh
My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov
You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss
And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss
It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw
Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture
For real, for real, who comin'' to get y'all
Crew
Crew
Step into the spot the venue is empty
5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
Packed up to the maximum occupancy
Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy
Break down the barriers don't try to fence me
Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
Peepin', brothers on stage ten deep-an'
24 out the 18 straight leapin'
Duck season, Thought bust the heat seekin'
Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin'
Bang this in the hoods, like stolen goods, keep reachin'
New soundwave street sweepin'
I walk upon water like Run D 'em
Cash Money maintainin' the cut
It's our time and it's long overdue
Who comin'' through y'all know who
Crew
Crew
What？
What？
What？
...
40.The Lesson
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Karl Jenkins, James Poyser, Malik Smart, Ahmir
Thompson
Well, it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, 'I ain't feelin' it really'
But that's silly, 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me？
When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit'
A lot of ice-grillin' in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless
You ain't tryin' to turn that loose, you too selfish
Gimme that, guess who bringin' the, 'get busy' back
Women say the sound of my voice, the aphrodisiac
The Real World for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve on forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact
That it's the Black Thought, controllin' like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
Aiyyo Dice's flows, hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the atlas, push 'em off the atlas
I'm laughin', lookin' down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedastal, grab my scrotum
Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't fuckin' it' this shit
Aiyyo y'all ain't fuckin' wit' the Roots crew
The bouncers were wild, yeah, 'cuz my family bouncin'
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in
The arena, the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fuckin' your girl
I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash
But still, a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit' my pinky-finger up off the glass
Keep talkin' shit homeboy, that's your ass
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
It's just the simple part of the game
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed again
Millitant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet
Move out till the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you bout？
How many of these niggas you doubt？
How many of these ladies makin' you shout？
You on a mission so listen to this
Ask yourself, what condition is this？
I'm sick in the wrist, I rap on a satellite dish
You gotta like this
Askin' me about the way that I stroll
About the way I enfold, in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat bite back
What up Blood？ Is things still the same in the hood？
While I sit I gotta get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud
You wannabe thug in section eight
Houses were hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is hummin' wit' slugs, get soaked in the suds
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
41.Phrentrow
Lyricist：Omar Edwards, Ursula Desire Rucker, Ahmir Thompson
In the beginning
There was me
I was rhythm
Life
Two turntables
One
42.Step into the Relm
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Kenyatta Saunders, Malik Smart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive
Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested
With more destruction, my vocal eruption
Was speakin' bout corruption with no introduction
Approach me with caution 'cause I spark losses
M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin'
Leavin' niggaz stiff like I'm starchin', departin'
Hollywood Sambos and jokes just like Martin
I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward
With a Mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
Some proclaim lames, callin' theyselves bold
They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud
If this a point of life, one I can't afford
Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud
Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher
With more drama than a soap opera
Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander
Puttin' a halt to all the backtalk and slander
Warn every challenger, about the silencer
Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the Ghetto
Pre-medical
Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone
Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative
Philly criminal, I rhyme my, dirt Tariq already did
Buildin' this, fifth foundation in the wilderness
Thought-less, trespass and enter thought's fortress
Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the
Cypher slaughterer, my Mic slappin' you senseless
Defenseless, niggaz never movin' me inches
The beat fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches
Afficiando, awesome Hip-Hop drug problem
Fuck stardom, and chickens up in Gotham
Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, 'til it scream to me
Stop that, cash we conveniently got that
I stroll through your scenery cocked back
Me and hot mack, the nine-eight, El Dorado Cadillac jacks
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
43.Ital (The Universal Side)
Lyricist：Timothy Glenn Condict, Gary Tyrone England, Tim Russell
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
From the Universal Side
Abstract
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, man
I use my music implemented with jewels, export 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
You think you can get it
Y'all know the battle lieutenant
Be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic
They say I get it from my mother so it's inhereditary
And very necessary to shine, legendarily, heavily refined
Contemporaries like The Roots is so radit's like dage
Which bag did they come out of
And how can I get in it to win it like a raffle ticket pick
And if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking
I got this Ital style up close and personal
The first of all I violate, I shall retaliate
We on point like decimal abstract now
MCin' while I'm breathin', MCin' is believin'
That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony
In fact, it's quite therapeutic
Like B12 hypodermic needle, so shoot it
Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out and strike with it, just slightly might miss
it
When I blast through your section and district the feminine
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon, c'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal, to the Universal
C'mon, c'mon
In my formitive years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruent
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's
Which are a nuisance, I know just what to do since I'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 fear some
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, 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 to get a woo-woo
The tear jerker, you like 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
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon, c'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
To the East coast Side to the West coast Side
To the Universal Side
44.What You Want
Lyricist：Tarik Collins, Michael Lowe, Scott Storch, Ahmir Thompson,
Jacquelyn Wright
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
So it's a secret that's been pent up inside for years
Exclusive type, only for your eyes and ears
You held it in for so long you bursted into tears
The letters spilled slowly across the page like a world premiere
Well, I ain't, the bullshit begins here
The obvious cause, the effects is unclear
The punishment for crimes of the heart could be severe
Though to keep it on the low is a heavy cross to bear
You deep now, submerged with no signs of air
Still your sunken heart thumpin' like the kick in a snare
While on the surface it's all turnin' to a circus
That's why you're nervous and you got a right to be
'Cause if somebody woulda done that shit to me
I mean my best man hittin' my wife-to-be
My sentiments exactly would be history, ya know what I'm sayin'
My peoples in the place, let's hit it off, one, two
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
Yo, it's like nothin' changed, it's all the same thang
The same characters in a book with different names
It's a lot more to lose than you got to gain
You a lot more confused than hip to the game
The peep, the script of the game, the price is pain
Men and women get into things, now who's to blame？
When everybody whisperin' 'bout whatever took place
And how the fact twist a knot with a straight face
And lies, hard to swallow from the bitter taste
Well, that's a point in the past that can't be erased
So motivate, though it's hard to let it ride
Or set aside true feelings, underhand dealings
Our lost trust, I wonder if we lost us
It's bigger than me and you, it's monstrous
So I'ma just calm down and try to relax
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
If you could only flash back and undo our actions
Change what happens, dissect the fractions
A time to rewind and be recorded absenta
For real cause these memories is photographic
Pornographic, pushing me close to madness
Head heavy like I'm trippin' on acid tablets
Yesterday as I recall was all fabulous I thought so
But now it feel like shots hittin' my torso
Spent a lotta time and trust in the wrong place
Fought a lotta fights rollin' with the wrong ace
Love, stronger than pride, we could end disgrace
I need room, the think and space to ventilate
Was solid as a rock, shall not disintegrate
Thoughts racing like the lunatics on the interstate
For real ya, it's ill ya, my peoples in the place
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
Here's what you want right, here's what you need right
We got to give you more of what you're lookin' for
...
45.!!!!!!!
Lyricist：Kenneth Benjamin, Leonard Hubbard, Ahmir Thompson
46.Respond／ React
Lyricist：Collins Tarik L, Saunders Kenyatta, Malik Smart, Thompson
Ahmir
It's 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)
It's 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
The attractive assassin, blastin' the devil trespassin'
Master gettin' cash in a orderly fashion
Message to the fake nigga flashin'
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 clappin'
(Plow)
That's what happen, now what's your reaction？
We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin'
Specialize in science and math and original black men
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 Bram Stoker
(Uh huh)
Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha
(Uh huh)
The sometimes socializer, the joke despiser
You woke the wiser, dealin' with the Roots vocalizer
I bring your flesh from South Philly to West
I stampede your style, I'll compile then bless
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
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
Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist, a chemist of the hemp
(Uh huh)
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, it's 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
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
(What？)
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 Excalibur 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 sticking ya
Slip and they vicking ya
Harass your police commissioner
Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout, 'I need conditioner'
That shit's deader than niggas with a morticianer
A janaza, up in your flesh like plasma
Take away your last breath when you got asthma
Then meet Bad Lou 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)
M-ill-itant
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
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
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, c'mon
...
47.The Seed 2.0
The Roots F／ Cody Chesnutt
I don't ask, for much these days
And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way
I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her push for life
Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
Uh-huh
Cadillac need space to roam
Where we headin for she don't know
We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone
I don't beg I can hold my own
I don't break I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun
My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad
These streets he done ran ever since when the game began
I never played the fool
Matta fact I be keepin' it cool
Since money been changing hands
And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the
seed
that'll keep the flame
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't beg
For no rich man
And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my
hands, man
Cuz I know how to still
Fertilize another against my lover's will
I lick the opposition cuz she don't take no pill
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her push for life
Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked cuz I've takin my test
Deliverin' Mary it don't matter the sex
I'm gon' name it rock and roll
I push my seed in my push for life
It's gonna work becuz I'm pushin it right
If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah
I would name it Rock-N-Roll
48.The Seed (2.0, Extended Radio Edit)
The Roots Feat. Cody Chesnutt
Knocked up 9 months ago
And what she finna have she don't know
She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old
She don't want no rock-n-roll
She want platinum or ice or gold
She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold
If you a obstacle, she just drop ya cold
'Cuz one monkey don't stop the show
Little Mary is bad
In these streets she done ran
Ever since when the heat began
I told the girl look here
Calm down, I'ma hold your hand
To enable you to peep the plan
'Cuz you is quick to learn
And we can make money to burn
If you allow me the latest game
I don't ask for much
But enough room to spread my wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't ask for much these days
And I don't bitch and whine, if I don't get my way
I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
Cadillac need space to roam
Where we headin' for she don't know
We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone
I don't beg, I can hold my own
I don't break, I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun
My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad
These streets he done ran, ever since when the game began
I never played the fool
Matta fact I be keepin' it cool
Since money been changing hands
And I'm left to shine but the legacy that I leave behind be the
seed
That'll keep the flame
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings
And the world finna know my name
I don't beg from no rich man
And I don't scream and kick
When his shit don't fall in my hands, man
'Cuz I know how to still
Fertilize another against my lover's will
I lick the opposition 'cuz she don't take no pill
No, dear
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
Break it down, break it down, down beat
I push my seed in my push for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name it Rock-N-Roll
49.Up There (Unwritten)
The Roots Feat. Mercedes Martinez
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
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？'
I'm in 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 suspense 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
While you're waitin', the time's up
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