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THE ROOTS lyrics

Ital (Feat. Q-tip)

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Verse One: Q-Tip I wanna be able to reach an mc and reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with jewels import tools to inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- ary and very necessary to shine legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it like raffle ticket pick and if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital mad up close and personal the first I find to violate, I shall retal- iate with realisms for their whole local we on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing that you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony in fact, it's very therapeutic like B12 hyperdermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it just slightly might miss it when I blast through your section or district CHORUS Verse Two: Black Thought In my formitive by my peers I was influenced until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceI'm on another lev. brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. but they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term 'cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn probably, timelessly I construct the firesome to rip your eardrum for many years to come professional style thinkin' rational to move wise so hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' they cold actin' like heathens when mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup fellas hustlin' picking bricks up fantasizin' about the illest stick up but rip up the jam and we be truly impressed on stage you won't need your tef. vest only a mic with and a mic test and at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess that they can relate with the trials you tribulate or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure tell horors that are true but see cats like you y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo the tear jerker you be that miracle worker whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played we 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades

Evil That Men Do

QUEEN LATIFAH "All Hail The Queen"
[Queen Latifah] You asked, I came, so behold the Queen Let's add a little sense to the scene I'm living positive, not out here knocked up But the lines are so dangerous, I ought to be locked up This rhyme doesn't require prime time I'm just sharing thoughts of mine Back again cause I knew you wanted it From the Latifah with the Queen in front of it Dropping bombs, you're up in arms, you're puzzled The lines will flow like fluid while you're guzzling The sip I drop you on a BDP-produced track From KRS to be exact It's a Flavor Unit quest that today has me speaking Cause it's knowledge I'm seeking Enough about myself, I think it's time that I tell you About the evil that men do Situations, reality, what a concept! Nothing ever seems to stay in step So today, here is a message to my sisters and brothers Here are some things I want to cover A woman strives for a better life, but who the hell cares? Because she's living on welfare I government can't come up with a decent housing plan So she's in no man's land It's a sucker who tells you you're equal [KRS-One] You don't need him, Johannasburg's crying for freedom! [Queen Latifah] We the people hold these truths to be self-evident [KRS-One] But there's no response from the president [Queen Latifah] Someone's living the good life, tax-free Except for a girl, can't find a way to be crack free And that's just part of the message I thought I had to send you about the evil that men do Tell me, don't you think it's a shame? When someone can put a quarter in a video game But when a homeless person approaches you on the street You can't treat him the same It's time to teach the def, the dumb, the blind That black-on-black crime only shackles and binds You to a doom, a fate worse than death But there's still time left Stop putting your conscience on cease And bring about some type of peace Not only in your heart, but also in your mind It will benefit all mandkind Then there will be one thing that will never stop And it's the evil that men do


[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Exhale the fucking essence Absorb me Peace to Lonnie Londell Everything is mar-vel Kid, on this side we shine like the sun Though the night brisk on the night shift Peep the tight lips Cause muthafucking loyalty is priceless Fly bitch blow me harder than a vuvuzelo My mood is mellow Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini Harsh as a Russian winter Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson Eating a custom dinner Wine served, about a third of the glass filled Premium rap skills, lounging in the Catskills Let me end this with a kiss from my bitch One love, Bronsonlino, signing off Who better than this, kid? [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving That's how we usually eat Rep the street, my flow is heat Queens made me complete When we outside deep It's like a Double L retreat You know my status, everything's mar-vel Hard shell shots will tear you up Now you scar well Bizarre hell, I'll take you there Never fear nothing, not me Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea Action Bronson is in the building So it smells like half a key He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee Yeah, we live this, still crispest Back to business, fuck bitches Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches Peace to my dress code and my way of life Super trife, slay your wife Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made Niggas know my steez Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!) [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] The fine fabric delegates And Peter Pan Posse This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me High definition, Lo religion Loving Scottie Pippen's Switched it from Jordan Dream Team It hurt the slutty women Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be Cop Killer Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies I might party like a rock star for a couple of days A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of ass They call me Shaz, before it was my government Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it [Verse 4: Fonda] So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half And don't get left behind to choke on my gas Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact Prime king in the booth I got it like that But wait, audible react Don't get caught in the trap Real recognize real And see it's part of the act I break hearts, surround sound With the sermon I spit And leave behind a trail of permanent drips In a room full of douchebags burning their lips And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch Struggling with that addiction's a son of a bitch, fucko I'll give you something to fix, get sober You'll understand when you're older The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped boner Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder So, give me room so my set can breathe I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens So how you want it? Bent, skeed or straight blunted My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach [Verse 5: Machine] Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style Fresh to death like the corpse out the morgue The new slang stay stiff, pause No shirt when he record Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones Mighty Healthy set the tones Spread the wealth through fly poems Well known rap flesh Keep it tight like close homies And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto @toechamp, twitter game you should follow US Weekly with the centerfold A thousand tapes pressed up A thousand tapes sold Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?" Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something Understood, no matter what Shine like the sun Remember one thing [?] rap and number one

Ghost Deini

GHOSTFACE KILLAH "Supreme Clientele"
(feat. Superb) 'In an enemy land...' 'Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises, we could cripple their national defence. So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest expert on electricity must devise the destruction of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman.' [Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits The kid walked thru, switch up his accent 'Now I'm from Paris' Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal Signs from the most high causes me to break them all How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin You think I fell off the ledge The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils to gallants, hit 'em if we go to Bustin at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas You know what Eh yo, fuck this Eh yo, how can I move the crowd First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple ain't it Well, quite clever [singing] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin, ugh Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mic's We come on all the amps, advance the final Show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer Had mad paper, high as a fuck Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds till we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly formed like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books [Superb] It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect My metaphors'll keep out The Projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one knee Thinkin his killer's followin me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you I can't feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!

Slob On My Knob

Slob on my knob Like corn on the cob Check in with me, and do your job Lay on the bed, and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg Juicy is my name Sex is my game Let's call the boys, let's run a train Squeeze on my nuts Lick on my butt The natural curly hair, please don't touch First find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag, to hide the ho face Real name rover I said bend over I started to knock, then came the odor Smelled like mush Shouldn't had a woosh Told her to stop, and take a dush When she did that I didn't want the cat So I bounced out and never came back Suck a nigga dick or something [4x] My nigga D-Magic Said he had to have it I said just forget it, it's too crabby I Know a little freak, in Hollywood Sucks on dick, does it real good She'll give you money, to feel up your tummy House full of kids, parents all schummy Once had her down, backyard ground Hit it from the back Enjoyed the sound Lay on the cover Always use the rubber Till I got caught, fucking with her mother She blamed it on me We fought in the street She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee Called up the boys Went to her house Charged the whole place Threw the bitch out Police busted in Where the niggas at We left just in time, and never came back Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks Made another stop Police station Saw a few cops Drove by and sprayed them Licensee tag number A nigga said he saw Bogus all the time Never get caught

Milk The Cow

Cappadonna "The Pillage"
Black solidarity day arrest sentence Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright open up your life Let me swim wiht your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong nigga my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I cant dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength to go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these, Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education that money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place

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