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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
One one one one two
P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the *vocals fade* |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the *vocals fade* |
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from Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
You are all...
We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death. You've been out there, You on the bandstand, You look out there, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see... you see West Germans, You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man. It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture. This is our music. That's bullshit! Why? That's all bullshit. Everything, everything you just said is bullshit. You're complaining about- I'm talking about the audience. That's right. The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like. If you played the shit that they liked, then the people would come. Simple as that. Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art. First section is a scene from "Mo'Better Blues" by Spike Lee. Second section is an unknown comment. |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
You are all...
We don't even come to see our own, man Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat We would starve to death You've been out there You on the bandstand You look out there, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see... you see West Germans You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture This is our music That's bullshit! Why? That's all bullshit Everything, everything you just said is bullshit You're complaining about- I'm talking about the audience That's right The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like If you played the shit that they liked then the people would come Simple as that Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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from Jaguar Wright - Denials Delusions And Decisions (2001)
Two months prior you said you had a dire emergency
It's 1:30 my face was all dirty trying to get some sleep Head still whirling, throw on my shearling leave my man home Two dots yes I'm coming yes my car is running, hang up my cell phone By the time I arrived you was deep about five like you had beef Then you tried to step told me that I slept like you was cock deez It was all about some niggaz that you thought was jigga who was digging me And I told you after that day we ain't cool babee What cha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door I was trying to be nice for your own advice Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out I was kinda thrown head was kinda blown but I'm not blue Lost a couple friends once or twice before, I'm still cool Then you tried to flex like you were the next bitch who you trying to fool You just another girl from the avenue who graduated school Now you wanna be down after you tried to clown me baby doll But ain't no future in fronting and fronters don't hang around with me at all And now I make my music got me some new dick and I'm doing fine And I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind What cha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door I was trying to be nice for your own advice Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out Repeat 1 Rap Yo, I'm ringing the phone two in the a.m. rudely awaken dreaming deep concentration hazy She really couldn't peep what they was saying at first all I know is Jag really wasn't playing at all She left calming to speak to the John had the Jaquar double parked and the blinkers was on Head pulled back sneakers is on, yo I don't know what sis told her but she bout' to get a beatin performed She grabbing all up on her shirt tugging on her slacks Jag tried to go in the grill I had to hold her back Cool her out try to tell her to chill, lower the thermostat, you a star no need to stoop as low as that Scrapping over men is best avoided, and a real lady would never confess to doing it She said I'm ganstar don't let the dress confuse you, the only things sweet is the music It's really not a game What cha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing (aint' nobody playing body playing) Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door (don't you be knocking on my door) I was trying to be nice for your own advice Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out What cha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door I was trying to be nice for your own advice Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought - amidst ad libbing voices]
What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin new, nuttin new.. What? Nuttin new.. check Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new I represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin, check shit out It's nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new... Ghetto related with this hit the whole world awaited Y'all Dorito-head cats that yak and stagnated Black Thought, The Doug E. Most war vete-ran Crown ruler, soul controller of this lyrical land Spliff wizard kid, who is it? Fifth Dinosaur Ghetto, beat detonator Apex my level, NEXT, my complex pattern of speech is like sex I mastered the art of makin you snap the necks And Chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin with The Roots that's as good as it get, Ultramagnet We pull you in a Drag-net then brainwash your click and extort your assets, then roadie all your homies on some old school shit, Roots crew represent [Dice Raw] Life's a gamble, step up and place your bets I drift through space, then make my escape on through the 'net With CD's, cassettes, no C.O.D.'s or checks Straight from the old school, aiyyo Raw's in full effect I'm like, Lex Luthor with rifles filled with kryptonite When you grip the mic it's like -- c'mon kids, let's say goodnight! You don't like me?! But don't even know why should you hate me You scared to face these so I still remain safely confidin, North Phil' where I'm residin Never let an outside nigga slide in This ain't home plate, I dunk on you once inside the paint Flow like this you cain't, take me you out, you ain't! [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, tell me what you could do Yo we drop the funk, and do the shit Yo, head lost, slip in this land, ?big framboix? Spittin it for like whoever demand the answer What's the cure for this hip-hop cancer? Equivalent to this avalanche of black snow, rap flow to get my people thinkin mo', we at the brink of war What does it all mean? What's it all for? With knowledge of yourself, then you're through the first door My people hungry and thirst for more next music explore It's heavenly to your ebony daughter next door So what you think The Roots get the world respect for? The splendid authentic hip-hop that's raw core Severe, world premier, a superior sophomore No doubt, wherever you dwell, that's where the bomb fell Explodin from the imperial en-sem-ble, for real From the ven-ue to the avenue We truly only got respect for a few, y'all ain't sayin nuttin new [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew comin through, tell me what you could do Yo you lookin for me? Nah we lookin for you Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary.. with nuttin to do For you.. yo, lyrical one two Blow up y'all, it's nuttin new, nuttin new [Dice Raw] Look at y'all you just a army ant, I'm a gi-ant, arm fist King of my city, runnin this shit, just like a ty-rant Y'all clowns know what I meant, that's if we at war Then my henchmen, will be at your back door, uhh WAITIN, wise at debatin; trippin over Legos Runnin up the steps and lookin for a weapon But you come out wavin a white flag; that's why I just backslap that ass like Shaq did Ostertag Either take me or be taken, you think I'm goin down? PSYCH, the jury, they're still deliberatin I got half of they kids, tied up in a basement Nah I'm just playin yo but that's how I'm playin doe Dig what I'm sayin yo? D-I-C-E Shove a mic in your mouth, like Ted DiBiase When you come sloppy, fuck is y'all tryin to do? Y'all into, some wack shit, and ain't sayin nuttin new [Black Thought] Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew comin through, tell me what you could do One two, one two, yo.. we lookin for you One two, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent, Fifty Dynasty crew Check it out, what? Well one-two one-two, one-two Knahmsayin yo? It's nuttin new Nuttin new, nuttin new, y'all not sayin nuttin new Represent the legendary.. Fifth Dynasty crew Roots crew, tell me what you could do You lookin for me.. we're lookin for.. one-two, one-two Ha hah HAH! Y'all ain't sayin nuttin new Wha-wha-one-two, one-two Represent the legendary Fifth.. knahmsayin? Blowin your vent, yo, content yo, it's like that |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Intro/Chorus: Jack Davey - singing]
As I wait for atonement 죄값을 치를 때를 기다리면서 Trapped in the heat of the moment 이 순간의 열기에 갇힌 나 Feelin like I can't control it 제대로 제어할 수 없을것 같은 기분 As I wait for atonement 죄값을 치를 때를 기다리면서 Trapped in the heat of the moment 이 순간의 열기에 갇힌 나 [Black Thought] Uh-huh, feelin the steam from the cauldron Uh-huh, 가마솥에서 나오는 열기를 느껴 With tension runnin deep as the ocean 바다처럼 깊게 흐르는 텐션 Many are called, but so few are chosen 많은 이들이 부름받지만, 선택받는 건 소수 As I go through the motions, of medication uppin my dosage 내 투약량을 올려가면서, 움직임을 하나하나 거쳐가 Bangin Earth, Wind & Fire "Devotion" as I admire the focus Earth, Wind & Fire의 "Devotion"을 크게 틀고 집중을 해 Takin the city with a grain of salt 소금 가루와 함께 도시를 잡아 Where they tastin foul, chase it down, with the latest malt - liquor 더러운 맛을 가진 그들, 쫓아가, 최신 맥주를 들고 말야 Roll and hit it, knife did it, hope you got some smarts wit'chu 굴러서 공격해, 칼로 한거야, 너도 좀 재능이 있기를 Hope you got some heart it ain't no stoppin when it start - nigga 제대로 마음을 가지고 있길, 시작하면 멈춤이 없거든 - 친구 Feel somethin bigger got a hold on me 무언가 더 큰게 나를 휘어잡은거 같아 And I ain't trippin not a Bobby Brown, lippin with my nose runnin 실수는 안 해, Bobby Brown도 아니니까, 콧물이 흐르는 채로 Basically I had two, options I just chose one 기본적으로 두 가지, 옵션이 있었는데 하나를 택했어 And then got ghost, like my picture was on a most wanted 그리곤 유령이 됐어, 마치 내 사진이 현상수배서에 걸린듯이 Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago 해안에서 해안으로, LA에서 Chicago로 Now I'm faced, with the weight of survival, plus the taste 이제 난, 생존의 무게와 맞서, 거기에 맛까지 From the way I been lied to while the preacherman spittin his gospel 목사가 가스펠을 부를 때 들었던 거짓말부터 I can win if I try to 만약 노력하면 이길 수 있어 [Chorus] |
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from The Roots - Birthday Girl [single] (2008)
What is it we wanna do
Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you Birthday Girl its your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you are old enough to go and see the R rated show now R rated show Yo She said she was a magazine editor named Jenning Backstage in high heels and painted on jeans Probably had the most devious eyes I'd ever seen Told me she was twenty two she was only seventeen She had sumthin' to hide she snuck in from outside And got everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my for rap vibe She said she came to see them roots boy fallout live But listen What is it we wanna do Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you Birthday Girl its your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you are old enough to go and see the R rated show now R rated show You see the girls look good but they brains not ready I talk to a woman he mind more steady Probably something in the way they designed just more steady I just let you recite cause the line so heavy But I shoulda known better cause now I feel like America's underbelly R Kelly got a smart better less internet predators chatroom irregulars This not my twist You trying to send me to the therapist What is it we wanna do Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you Birthday Girl its your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you are old enough to go and see the R rated show now R rated show Now she told me cheddar cheese grits Two tomato fried fish Cause she heard its my dish Tryna be my sidekick All the people all around thinking she was my chick Saying DAMN the girl thick But she aint no twenty six Looking at me like am up to sumthin' on the funny tip Like I every really been the one to try honey jib Its your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get In fact blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me They can't really seem to look away So they tried asking her to stay Fake I D you won't get turned away You look lovely tonight Now you are old enough to buy a gun So many better ways of having fun Right now I can only think of one You look lovely tonight What is it we wanna do Now that I'm allowed to be alone with you Birthday Girl its your birthday Wherever you wanna go Now you are old enough to go and see the R rated show now R rated show |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives (Hook:) Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives Hook: Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
CHORUS:
Comin to break you off I'm comin to break you off 1st verse Bad misses throwing raspberry kisses on me You looking for direction girl I feel your vision on me Just don't let him see you sweatin we ain't 'sposed to be involved Knowin when we get it off girl I mean it all Keepin ya pheenin til you're taken and tossed And when I'm breakin it off there's no denying the fact it's strong Cuz you got a man who's probably playin his part You probably breakin his heart He's trying to figure the reason you gone Is it cuz he's superficial? Or is he too submissive? Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic? Or is it cuz you really couldn't see a future with him All he bout is paper never took the time to choose or listen You wanna get gripped up, flipped and thrown And get strictly shown The way to get in the zone. Of course, Dealing with this you won't be taking a loss You need to leave him alone and roll With the one who's breaking you off Chorus 2nd verse Brother down the hall The one you bound to call Workaholics are really I'm rarely around at all What we started got serious reprecautions in court We had a chance to turn back, but look now it's what Late nights twistin something Listenin to Neicey sing She got the beef for you telling me you deeply Appreciate the company, time we spend I feel the same, it's a shame you ain't my girlfriend Cuz listen, you need a brotha with the physical fix Who come through in the mix For you with no head tricks or fraud You need a new position and who can get you open Like eucalyptus and have ready to go for yours Come on and wo |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Black Thought]
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears 그래, 계단에 앉아, 눈물을 삼키네 Looking over mad years worth of photographs 사진을 찍어도 될만한 정신없는 몇 년을 돌아봐 Pictures of some places I ain't never going back 절대 돌아갈 수 없는 곳들의 사진 Some people I used to love, why I ain't show them that? 내가 사랑하던 사람들, 왜 그런 맘을 내비추지 않았을까? The skies was overcast, when I was sober last 겨우 제정신을 차렸을 때, 하늘이 펼쳐져있더군 My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast 머리가 빙빙 돌아, 그 속도가 느렸는지 빨랐는지는 잘 모르겠지만 It's starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass 이제 다 확실해지고 있어, 난 이제 풀밭으로 가야해(?) To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as 너네들에겐 부끄러운 일이지만, 삶이란 우리에게 Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans 기다림, 계획없이 계획을 탐색하는 것 In the cards, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands 그 카드는, 마치 바늘 없는 시계처럼 읽기가 힘들지 How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams 어떻게 니 친구는 일어나서 아무것도 없이 멈춘대 All it take is one break, it could pop the program 필요한 건 휴식 한 번, 프로그램을 뒤집어놓을 수도 있지 Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sendin' salaat 죄를 짓든 아니든, 난 마치 이슬람 교도가 인사하듯 등을 굽혀 I feel some brothers is beginning to plot 몇몇 형제들이 음모를 꾸미는군 It might have been a close friend I forgot 어쩌면 내가 잊어버린 친한 친구가 Who started up and ain't remember to stop 시작을 한 후 멈추는 걸 기억 못하는 건지도 I bet these niggaz going remember the shop 이 놈들은 그래도 쇼핑몰에 가는 건 기억할걸 [Hook] People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone 사람들은 내가 미쳤다고 생각해, 혼자 있고 싶은 것 뿐인데 You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze 힘든 상황을 벗어날 땐 친구들만 믿을 순 없잖아 We all deal with shit on our own 우린 모두 홀로 문제에 맞서 And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand 가끔 그 문제들은 너무 커져서, 손쓸 수 없게 될수도 있지 Yeah, you know it gets full blown 그래, 완전히 폭발해버리잖아 I never said that you mean the world to me 니가 내게 세상과 같은 의미라고는 말 안 했어 Maybe it's best that you never know 그냥 모르는게 나을지도 모르겠군 Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out Yo, 나는 마치 무기를 들고 창문 밖을 내다보는 Malcom과 같아 Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now 1분 아니 1초라도 여유를 가지려고 노력하지 Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about 소중한 시간은, 내가 멋대로 써버리지 않을 돈 Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account 말의 입이나 내 눈에서라도, 필요해 이유는 없어(?) Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out 벽에 등을 기대고 배우는 레슨, 주변을 탐사하면서 Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout 스트레스가 없을 땐 더 날카로운 상태로 Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit 날 미워하는 놈들은 아무것도 몰라, 헛소리만 늘어놓지 Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit 날 사랑하는 이들은 겉으로 표현해, 그래서 난 포기 안할 수 있지 Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit 이젠 더 잘하고 있잖아, 물론 이전에라고 패배한 건 아니지만 말야 I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man 이런 마음의 상태와 결혼했다가 이혼했지 I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches 내 고향에선 형제들이 베란다에서 만든 물건을 팔아 People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses 사람들은 문을 잠그고, 십자가 목걸이를 꽉 쥐어 The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices 공권력에 의해 달아오른 거리, 그다지 선택은 많지 않지 So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left 그러니 내가 너희를 위해 하는 것엔, 목소리가 많이 남아있지 않아 I watch my back, and watch my step 난 등뒤와, 내 발걸음을 조심해 And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on 용서할 줄은 알지만, 잊지는 않을거야, 이리 와 [Hook] Yo, living in turbulent times The blind leading the blind Yo, 혼란의 시대, 장님이 장님을 이끄네 Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design 몇몇은 진화라고 일컫고, 몇몇은 지능적인 디자인이라 말해 You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind 혁명을 원한다고? 미친게 틀림없군 Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison 니 아들들은 가난하고, 그들의 아버지는 감옥에 있는데 My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand 내 친구는 음악으로 돌아왔어, 마치 내 손등과 같은 존재 He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can 잠시 더러운 것에 매혹되었지만, 바로 귀환한거야 I never sleepwalking, you dig You get your shuteye 난 절대 몽유병이 없어, 알겠어? 니 눈은 감겨있네 *움직일 때는 항상 깨어있다는 말이죠-_- I'm on the first thing in, I'm leaving on the red-eye 첫 순서로 들어와, 눈이 빨개져선 돌아가 My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse 내 형제는 다시 재활 센터에, 방금 재발했거든 But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an inner Jihad 하지만 곧 끝날거야, 마치 몸 속에서 성전을 치르는 것 같지 Telling me ain't nobody true when they pretend to be that 내겐 누구나 가장할 뿐 진실하지는 않다고 말하네 So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at 내 적들은 항상 내 친구보다 가까이에 있지 To many parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn 관련된 파티들에게, 이젠 분위기를 띄우고 배울 시간 Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn 우리가 성장할 때까지, 영원히 다리를 태운다 My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge 내 생각은 새처럼 자유로워, 이제 곧 한 마리 더 날아갈거야 And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo 또 모든 행동이 네 귀에 들리지, 내 말보다 더 크게 말하니까 말야 *Action speaks louder than words(행동이 말보다 중요하다. 직역하면 '행동이 단어보다 크게 말한다')라는 속담을 인용한 구절입니다. [Hook] |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op Freestyle all the way son Dice First of all let's talk about these ill capers And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships But then the bible never saved shit I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date put your title to waste Dominant al grace, from a place called wild Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency Consist in currency, my pockets never empty Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door So you should prepare, for al terror that's pure Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw The matador, shorty conniseur Stompin whatever you build to the floor Similar to that of a dinosaur I told you I'm the rap predator You insist to imitate, what for? Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented for a fuckin record deal Comin with somethin veterans can't feel I hit you like a steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of the C-L-O/N-E-S fess The phoniest cats is felonious (word) Dice Raw the juvenile ist corner store terrorist Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique Leave a nigga s , to the point, he won't speak Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before? You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown You'll come through this like a smurf I got you rollin stop off the earth Represent while I been like this since birth And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier Don't come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win lose or draw to the jaw take one Deranger al launcher, or station No conversation is needed, my task completed Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle Spill these words and form into a sprinkle cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz Just tie your name next when I start to X Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex I annihliate your type if you violate Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
love the lie and lie the love
Hangin' on, with a push and shove Possession is the motivation that is hangin' up the God-damn nation Looks like we always end up in a rut Tryin' to make it real - compared to what? Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs Twisted children killin' frogs Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs Tired old ladies kissin' dogs Hate the human, love that stinking mutt (I can't use it) Try to make it real - compared to what? The president, he's got his war Folks don't know just what it's for No one gives us rhyme or reason Have one doubt, they call it treason We're chicken-feathers, all without one gut Tryin' to make it real - compared to what? Church on Sunday, sleep and nod Tryin' to duck the wrath of God Preacher's fillin' us with fright Tryin' to tell us what he thinks is right He really got to be some kind of nut Tryin' to make it real - compared to what? Where's that bee and where's that honey? Where's my God and where's my money Unreal values, crass distortion Unwed mothers need abortion Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now) Tried to make it real - compared to what? |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
(Jill Scott)
I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) You're physically in this, but how can we tell If we was meant to be in bliss if you're not mentally as well This energy you're sending me is tricky as hell Usually it's like a 50/50 we can take an L Before we start things At this point being apart brings The feeling of somebody plucking at your heart-strings I know it probably shouldn't feel like this But any other woman I see is in your likeness It's from your cheekbones... To your lips... To your curves... To your deep moans... To that walk... To your words... Your love feelin' like a breakdown on the verve First we on good terms, then you're on my last nerve Got my back just aching My Shoes is all tight It's too complex when we choose to do it right It's wrong One minute you a soldier - strong Then you turn around talking 'bout its over and gone. (i swear to god...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) When your boyfriend's in town it's bound to be trouble, love His name Black and he known to be a lover of Gettin' it on with my smokers jacket on Eyes racin' back and forth Listening to Chaka Kahn Tryin' to Figure the cause Why you always hackin' off Like I'm slackin' off Maybe our signals getting crossed What the case, love? You feel like you makin' a waste of Your precious time? - You need to get a taste of Some space to breathe, a moment as friends We shoulda felt ourselves slippin' into it again 'Cuz it's like Off and on, on and off Passion - Lost and found, found and lost Clashin', askin' for nothing but understanding Your heart's made of glass, use care in handling Girl - all-in-all I never leave you stranded 'Cuz my respect you commanded (you figure it out...) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Black Thought) I used to come into the party And stand around 'Cuz I was kinda too shy to really get down I used to, play the corner And watch the scene Deep down, knowing I wanted, to find me a queen And I can feel that in my stomach And up in my chest Because I knew a lot of women, and some was fresh But then I found you, girl and just like me You had a heart that was yearning to be set free Now listen See you and me need to take the time To erase any doubt that's inside your mind Its not a mountain that I'm ever too tired to climb And who's counting? - But I know at least a thousand times I let you know I'm here for you, care for you, and confide in you Break bread, share with you and provide for you And that's full time - it's no 9 to 5 with you That's why I'm tryin' to work it out with you (Let's go.) (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More (Jill & Black) La da da da Da da da da La da da da Da da da Da da da da Da (Jill Scott) I've been wondering about the Complexity Of what we have it shouldn't be More Just can't see More |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
The concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the flow If you know like I know then you know the motto That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to goIn the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry is set like a U.F.O. The maestro, the lyricist concerto My physical play the role of a vessel The level of my lyrics law manifesto My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts of a gorilla stronger than Samson Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just stimulate you like the best sensimilla The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe- -reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the you lose your balance when the sound hits ya So check for the, fifth militia A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher And take advantage of ya because you amateur Styles gunning down your sound man and manager What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war we spar reactionThe implorer, the universe explorer Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora With styles that's newer than the world order Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant You fold like Japan's futons and fans While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian I crush a mountain into grands of sand Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand The desperado, that refuse to follow The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle I deep like the dark of the night Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's plain I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist inside the , niggaz is bringin nothin for us As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war we spar reaction |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (4X) Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too The front two, run through, good for you Brand new styles like Kung-Fu And rip this from the front to the back To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X) Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock and don't stop, just droppin off my bags you fags When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags We blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin pulled out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this miraculous in s they be callin me Jesus Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet Pass me a topic and I'll drop it Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne To hell with a boy upon the microphone will be convenient, I'm never bein lenient on them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X) |
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from The Roots - Dear God 2.0 [single] (2010)
[Into]
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it... But God, I know you have your reasons (Uh huh) [Verse 1] They said he's busy hold the line please Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read Who does the blind lead? Show me a sign please If everything is made in China, are we Chinese? And why do haters separate us like we siamese? Technology turning the planet into zombies Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies Cops yellin' stop, freeze Shoot him before he try to leave Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath Endangered species And we runnin' out of trees If I could hold the world in the palm of these Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies Everybody checkin' for the new award nominee Wars and atrocities Look at all the poverty Ignoring the prophecies More beef than broccoli Corporate monopoly Weak world economy Stock market topplin' Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin Everybody out of it? [Hook] Well I've been thinkin' about And I've been breakin' it down Without an answer I know I'm thinking out loud But if you're lost and around Why do we suffer? Why do we suffer? (Uh huh) [Verse 2] Yeah... It's still me, one of your biggest fans I get off work Right back to work again I probably need to go ahead and have my head exam Look at how they got me on the Def Jam payment plan Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans Harp strings, angel wings, and praying hands Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings For going on tour and ignoring the court summons All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image? And why is livin' life such a fight to the finish? For this high percentage When the sky's the limit A second is a minute, every hour's infinite [Outro] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it. |
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from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010)
[Into] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it... But God, I know you have your reasons (Uh huh) [Verse 1] They said he's busy hold the line please Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read Who does the blind lead? Show me a sign please If everything is made in China, are we Chinese? And why do haters separate us like we siamese? Technology turning the planet into zombies Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies Cops yellin' stop, freeze Shoot him before he try to leave Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath Endangered species And we runnin' out of trees If I could hold the world in the palm of these Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies Everybody checkin' for the new award nominee Wars and atrocities Look at all the poverty Ignoring the prophecies More beef than broccoli Corporate monopoly Weak world economy Stock market topplin' Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin Everybody out of it? [Hook] Well I've been thinkin' about And I've been breakin' it down Without an answer I know I'm thinking out loud But if you're lost and around Why do we suffer? Why do we suffer? (Uh huh) [Verse 2] Yeah... It's still me, one of your biggest fans I get off work Right back to work again I probably need to go ahead and have my head exam Look at how they got me on the Def Jam payment plan Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans Harp strings, angel wings, and praying hands Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings For going on tour and ignoring the court summons All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image? And why is livin' life such a fight to the finish? For this high percentage When the sky's the limit A second is a minute, every hour's infinite [Outro] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it.
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Dice Raw]
Yo, look at all the scavengers All wannabe contenders Dismember, wack niggaz I intend ta Y'all ain't shit but sticky shit on the bottom of Timber-lands I know you clam heads wanna surrender Don't even act like the battlefield the place you wanna enter Yo niggaz is hopeless, you really need to focus On who's the fuckin dopelist or wind up hopeless Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup some fuckin loot, only thing you get is the boot To me these punk MC's is nothin but fruit Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head with lyrics that I kick, talkin that bullshit You might get lit like a front of a spliff for runnin, off at the lips talkin that nonsense Raw get on stage, take your confidence Break you off since powerful defense *fades* |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me That's the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix It's Bob Powers With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five Foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights Ridin in, like lightning Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, ally Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly Money makin move fakin I isn't Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song It's goin, it's goin, it's gone Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple People, there's no equal, or no sequel SO policies, of equalities, get abolished Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin polished Urges of splurge and words will just be merged Together, damn it's quite clever, however You never, can sound alike, s don't be poundin like These, troops, who be's, Roots Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra I make MC's dangle like a bangle Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex Now you wonder what's next... |
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from The Roots - From The Ground Up [single] (2000)
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix It's Bob Powers With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five Foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights Ridin in, like lightning Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, ally Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly Money makin move fakin I isn't Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song It's goin, it's goin, it's gone Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple People, there's no equal, or no sequel SO policies, of equalities, get abolished Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin polished Urges of splurge and words will just be merged Together, damn it's quite clever, however You never, can sound alike, s don't be poundin like These, troops, who be's, Roots Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra I make MC's dangle like a bangle Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex Now you wonder what's next... |
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from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010)
[Chorus]
I keep it doin' it again Oh, I'm doin' it again Yes, I'm doin' it again I said it would end Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like a Phoenix Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowing I'm sowing seeds; let's see whose thumb is the greenest If I said it, I mean it; I did it because I need it Eat, sleep it, or bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk delete it I blast off then lay 'em out like a Tempur-Pedic It's Black Thought; for certain I'm a win eventually This unsung, underrated, under-appreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated, I'm one of the most hated Something that's so sacred; nobody gon' take it Face it, I keep doin' it well Doin' it sans assistance is do it yourself Doin' it below the radar, we doin' it stealth Doin' it again for Illadelph; yo, who else? We gon' do it again [Chorus] Yeah, hey yo, I'm on a job; see my eyes focused where the prize be Even though they tried to rob me and sabotage the spot Just like 'Pac when they got him in the lobby Try to tax, you'll find me like Ronald Isley I's a changed man--ain't no if, ands, or probablies Niggas used to know me--they don't even recognize me Yup, the P-5-D is who the repertoire be Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney The difference is I give it everything inside me Dear diary, the fans still swear by me Even though I'm Late Night now like, "Here's Johnny" Swimming with them Great Whites now--that's where to find me Funny how it break right down, but never mind me Forever grimy, I guess it's just Philly shining Rock roller, bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman [Chorus] |
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from The Roots - Don't Feel Right [single] (2006)
[Chorus:]
It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, It Don't Feel, I don't feel it no more Seems to me now a days things have changed I don't know if I feel the same. [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand that hold trouble Theorize your game - it's difficult to roll a double The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle But it's still comin' across like the bridge & tunnel vision I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen That's the reason the system makin' it's paper from the prison And that's the reason we livin' where they don't wanna visit Where the dope slang & keep swayin' like Sonny Liston The money missin' & it's mouths to feed Get the brain kickin' thinkin' of a thousand things Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs And pancakes, thickenin', greens and Kool Aid When the ‘fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare People got to strip naked, stick ‘em up in the air Was it lies when they told you wasn't nothin' to fear? Somethin' Don't Feel Right out here. You know what I'm sayin'? Check it out. [Chorus:] It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more Seems to me now a days things have changed I don't know if I feel the same. [Verse 2: Black Thought] Look, my eyes open ‘cause I'm really a watchman And when I'm writin' my thoughts out, really I'm boxin' My main adversary in this silly concoction Freeze your face like bosilium toxin' If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton The Jones' the Richardsons, the Smith's & the Johnson's If you ain't sayin' nothin' you the system's accomplice It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense I'm overseein' anything within' my circumference This ain't a press junket, I ain't seekin' responses I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket You mezmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness I spit a dark web, on some John Hitchcock shit If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted If it Don't Feel Right, then stop it. You know what I'm sayin'? It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I don't feel it no more Things don't feel right over here Lately I ain't been seein' clear It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more Seems to me now a days things have changed I don't know if I feel the same. [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yo' children workin' weapon producin' Natural disaster got the planet in a panic yo We all gots to make that livin' Sex, drugs, murder, politics & religion Forms of hustlin' watch who you put all your trust in Worldwide, we coincide with who sufferin' Who never had shit & ain't got nothin' But most strugglin' & make you wanna run up in the muh' fuckin' Hot zone for a piece of the cake back I can't work for it, I can certainly take that I'm fired up, thinkin' about the payback, except You fuck around & be a enemy of the state, black Ill, but that'd be too real for TV It's crazy when you too real to be free If you don't got no paper then steal this CD Listen man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me, it Don't Feel. It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I don't feel it no more Things don't feel right over here Lately I ain't been seein' clear It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more It Don't Feel Right, it Don't Feel Right It Don't Feel, it Don't Feel, I can't feel it no more Seems to me now a days things have changed I don't know if I feel the same. |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin (2004)
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Chorus] Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Black Thought] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it's that Philly shit Yo yo, check it out, yo yo [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Black Thought] Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine It's over head like Omniverse screen I'm not the average savage that curse queens I'm something from his worst dreams First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things [Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife Live twice, got seven more lives to live I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt Get off your horse and on your P's and beware Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared And even more shook up than the scenes that's near I'm Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore Who wanna piece, well it's Round One, let's begin I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor [Black Thought] Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead's knock to the Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again Yo, hard times and sufferin What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin 'Nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian But I'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for MC'n [Chorus - 2X] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Malik B] Yo, they all around me 'round me On my head, they got a bounty I'm tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong You wrong son, you thought I wasn't droppin a ton Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum [Dice Raw] Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations WHen my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? That's what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros [Black Thought] Namsayin, y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like [Chorus] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [Black Thought] We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit The magnificent, rapper's run from it All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it MC's in my circumference, is confronted son Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it [Mos Def] Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet All you high noon riders better rally at the summit It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th [Black Thought] You better get your rest cause the next day comin Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken [Mos Def] Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolve of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless [Black Thought] Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses I burst your verses, your words is worthless Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose? [Mos Def] I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry [both interwined] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These gased up niggas just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner Now you niggaz can't make pole position Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven [Black Thought] Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme) From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time I swing from chandeliers and wall climb And specialize in warfares of all kind A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme But half the time, they run it down one of mine Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined [Mos Def] What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized Melt down all of your artificial lies Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5 Swine like mono and diglyceride My vocals got texture, you just texturized I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get flown like fly by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die [Black Thought] Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin Give me the mic, we on that again b-boy business, off the top actin and battlin Servin them cats that forgot But don't get too close, because you might get shot [both interwined] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now? [Mos Def] Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about [both intertwined] We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control, of the body and brain Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane It's just two bad brothers who will never quit Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest Non-stoppinest, _Fortified Live_ survive the apocalypse Rhymes we say, the perfect blend Because we know how to rock when the beat come in Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen Here we go, here we here we here we go Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Two years ago, a friend of mine Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen... |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
[Black Thought] Yea we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all The game is locked we down to the eight ball The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature I'm somthin' like a threat to y'all space cadets 'Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh I give you somthin' high voltage double dosage Runnin' with these vultures givin' me ulcers Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder Re-gees (refugees?) not another man takin' us under Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing Might say black my give you a code name Round my neck see the microphone hang Have your lady lips singin' like on soul train The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant Black, one man army move in on your squadron You sittin' still you know you a target You heard you better duck down! [Black Thought] Yea we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's what it's headin' for The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ?ball? I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore I'm creatin' a circumstance that you a victim of The rebel or the renegade out on the quest The super black man runnin' wit a S on his chest And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress You think it's sweet tryin' to eat, you ain't taste this yet So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness Thoughts cold and heartless makin' me nauseous Gettin' more remorses for what I done If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run You see the liberty is free but just for some How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun For the call, trust your fam' and trust nobody at all Seein' brothers gettin' struck down You better duck down! |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
[Black Thought]
Uh uh, come on, S-P in the Up north into the NYC and the out West And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite Uh check it out, uh uh Yo yo yo yo yo check it out [Chorus] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite Yo, check it out In in tro tro duc ducing The sole missin link, what could MC's who listen think It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing [Elo] Behind thee, the mic champ-ion More than a step-ion Mothafuckers sweatin me, beggin me just to get me on Macro-cosmic, micro-master [Black Thought] Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay People wanna see the way the Illadel play Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your optical Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue This is your official, dismissal I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle Aimed and guaranteed to hit you [Black Thought] Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness [Elo] We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean Afro-American slash half-blade-ean In your universe, my star's the most radiant [Chorus] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite [Black Thought] Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5 Plus admission is denied so just wait outside Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde And I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heed You travellin like speed Iller than adventures you might read O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses [Elo] Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so I represent so you gotta squint As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit* [Black Thought] Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit [Elo] And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror Back-slappin all the niggas that slept Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear I'm strippin they vi near Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere [Chorus - 2X] Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite |
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Better believe---- it cause it is co --- min ------
You wan't believe the site you see before eyes --- You wan't believe the site you see before eyes --- Just push the panic button on your remote control Then enter the zone where our patrolers will get round cold soul Diddly Bo leave for feelin a saga foretold Who got caught pon the block for gold got the old Heads froze - they peepin outa closed windows They not secure as they supposed I watched it all unfold Well this another episode with titanic panoramic view is dismantle depressin um - load with this gun hold Wild like a sun sold for cash Guns traded for sensi and hash crack for ass Entire crews pass not making the news flash Brews pass a memory and spark not to blast Whatever have transform to the war path Pure wrath from north down to 24th and Task Games store the half the niggas you were prayin the streets Tainted with camoflouge - guerilla sabotoge My cousin's da ratatard was livin tight large Got caught then blast crashed off on Broad and Lambar So many so called hearts scared they burried in the yard Lick shots at Babylon de one comfy bombard Kids run far from traditional credit cards scams Veterans is nipped in the butt with large plans Stick up kids is jumpin outta played the Dodge Rams to jam You and your man it's mad drama and -This is for all of my niggas that are RIP You ain't missin of life ain't what this should be I pass a car soon you know who's the enemy Lots of shit has changed and it's kinda fucked up to see You remeber Top C nigga think slice of dream Yo I'm fast for the buck do anything for the cream Never seen a case like this although it's quite contageous He even got his little bother actin all outrageous >From dusk to dawn and from dawn back to dusk They do anything and everything tryin to come up It's kinda sicknin how the cash is so fucking addicted And when I say some bout they say that that's conflicted Ain't nothin but a contradiction in this world we live in Cause the loot is for the takin and not for the givin Then ya got this world well I say I'ma die hustlin Fuck everybody except my brother who I'm trusted in I guess the couple just did not know the truth Cause the following week I seen threw him of the roof And sometimes I wonder what the fuck I think about that How nowadays kids get whap for somethin less than a pat But I guess that's how it goes when there ain't no more rap Thought he was his borthers keep but fuck all that Niggas causin mayhem from the p.m.'s to a.m.'s Americas worst nightname guns against hands It was the year a 84 I was tryin ta get in the mix The year the niggas roll with sheepskins kitcells and kicks Even got the patten leather Adidas snatched of your feet Man that talk is cheap the cripled can't walk for weeks The first sto was word to Penn and Teller's Strolled in the dollar house parties and search for Cinderella Was just a little man real bold Tryin to act grown and old so da respect can be shown A Hip Hop a little copped in and break dancin' When niggas wore wind breakers plot to take lamb skins Remeber Zigglers? Uptown the bottom to Natrona and St. Charles in South Phil the ooh mob gang H-R-M Ogontz Ave. Brickyard to hollow Niggas was snatchin gazzeles and flippin pockets for tha dallo You run ya little wolf chain in West Oak Lane And niggas from Logan came to extort we know tha game You proclaim this gangster bullshit talk And never even seen your man shot a bodies in charge Aggravated assualt another weekend in the precinct Take everybody for their ring man that's how we think Back then you catch a sucker punch off guard Niggas will pull you card tryin to walkaround all hard Niggas quick to flip your pockets if you lip service When you see fifty niggas deep with scully's get nervous It ain't no tellin what they could do to you So you clutch up thinkin you knowin you gettin stuck up In another episode in my area code It's another episode in my area code |
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from The Roots - The Roots Come Alive [live] (1999)
Bass check 1-2
Keys check 1-2 Drums check 1-2 Its the roots, Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, And if you dig it let me hear your mega snap y'all, Gods thought y'all, he on the keys right, Lenoard Hubbard y'all he's on the bass right, y'all, he's on the drums right, Now who I am (beat box) Black thought. (beat box) Everybody say the name of this jam y'all [Chorus] Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman I'm the (beat box) Rhyme displayer. The vocal (beatbox) Player. (beatbox) I won't chill, (beatbox) So show us some freakin skill. Now, wait a sec, You got a (beatbox) Rep. So, the jam, The name of this jam, [Chorus] We got to blah, bring it on, Steve cole is, on the horn. In case you thought my guard was caught, My name is (beatbox) Black thought. I'm from the...roots clan, Say common is my (beatbox) Man. We got to (beatbox) Rock the jam! [Chorus] Be-doop get a taste, Of leonard, bang! hubb on the base. He, plays it sweet, He doesnt boom, don't lose the beat. Your words you heard just what I said. So leonard's freakin' with my head, But yo he's boom, bang still my man. Rockin' the (beatbox) The name of this jam [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLLINS, COLEMAN, AHMIR THOMPSON, JAMES GRAY, TARIQ TROTTER, LEONARD HUBBARD, JOSH ABRAMS, STORCH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / Explicit Version (1998)
Bass check 1-2
Keys check 1-2 Drums check 1-2 Its the roots, Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all, And if you dig it let me hear your mega snap y'all, Gods thought y'all, he on the keys right, Lenoard Hubbard y'all he's on the bass right, y'all, he's on the drums right, Now who I am (beat box) Black thought. (beat box) Everybody say the name of this jam y'all [Chorus] Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essaywhuman, essaywhuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman, Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman Essay whuman,essay whuman, essaywh-uman, essay whuman I'm the (beat box) Rhyme displayer. The vocal (beatbox) Player. (beatbox) I won't chill, (beatbox) So show us some freakin skill. Now, wait a sec, You got a (beatbox) Rep. So, the jam, The name of this jam, [Chorus] We got to blah, bring it on, Steve cole is, on the horn. In case you thought my guard was caught, My name is (beatbox) Black thought. I'm from the...roots clan, Say common is my (beatbox) Man. We got to (beatbox) Rock the jam! [Chorus] Be-doop get a taste, Of leonard, bang! hubb on the base. He, plays it sweet, He doesnt boom, don't lose the beat. Your words you heard just what I said. So leonard's freakin' with my head, But yo he's boom, bang still my man. Rockin' the (beatbox) The name of this jam [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLLINS, COLEMAN, AHMIR THOMPSON, JAMES GRAY, TARIQ TROTTER, LEONARD HUBBARD, JOSH ABRAMS, STORCH <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus]
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media 거짓된 미디어 [Black Thought] If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it 만약 이룰 수 없다면, 강탈해서 뺏겠어 Either that or me and my children are starving and naked 그게 아니면 나와 내 아이들은 굶주리고 발가벗겠지 Rather be a criminal pro than to follow the Matrix Matrix를 따르느니 차라리 프로 범죄자가 되겠어 Hey it's me a monster y'all done created 안녕, 난 너네가 만들어낸 괴물 I've been inaugurated 난 취임됐어 Keep the bright lights out of our faces 밝은 불빛은 계속 우리의 얼굴 밖을 비춰 You can't shake it, it ain't no way to swallow the hatred 흔들 수 없지, 증오를 삼키는 건 좋은 방법이 아냐 Aim, fire, holla about a dollar, nothin in sacred 겨냥, 발사, 돈에 대한 외침, 신성한 건 없지 We gone pimp, the shit out of nature 우린 부자연스러울 정도로, 멋을 부려 Send our troops to get my paper 우리 군대를 보내 돈을 벌어 Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers 그리고 고층 빌딩에선 떨어져있으라고 전해 Ain't long for you get y'all acres 너네들이 땅을 얻을 때까지 오래 안 남았어 I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster 누가 국제적인 갱스터인지 보여주겠어 Sentence me to four more years, thank you 날 4년 더 가둬봐, 고마워 I'ma make you feel a little bit safer 조금 더 안전한 기분을 안겨줄게 Because it ain't over 아직 안 끝났거든 See that's how we get your fear to control you 그래서 우린 네 두려움으로 너를 조종하는거야 But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier 하지만 군인보다 더 조종이 잘 되는 사람도 없지 And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure 그리고 어떻게 니 아이가 평정을 유지하길 기대하는거야 When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again 온갖 종류의 생각들이 노출을 위해 다시 싸웠는데 [Chorus] 3X America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton 미국은 Littleton 어딘가에서 길을 잃었어 Eleven million children are on Ritalin 1100만 명의 아이들이 Ritalin을 복용해 That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican 필그림, 노예, 인디언, 멕시코인 It looks real fucked up for your next of kin 네 친척이 되기엔 정말 좇같은 이들 같지 That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin 그래서 난 수수께끼의 라임을 하지 않는거야 False media, we don't need it, do we? 거짓된 미디어, 우린 필요 없지, 안 그래? (repeat 4X) |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus A] 4X
This is a game 이것은 게임 I'm your specimen 난 너의 재료 You've got to let me know baby 넌 나한테 알려줘야해 So I can go, I'd have to fake it 내가 갈 수 있게, 속여야할지도 모르지 I could not make it 성공할 수 없어 You could not take it 너도 뺏을 수 없어 [Black Thought] Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that 그래, 어디서부터 시작할까, 보다시피 난 그것의 일부분 Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack 아랫동네 Philadelpia, 심장마비보다 훨씬 더 현실로 다가와 It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack 코카인이 퍼지기 전까진 그렇게 심한 것도 아니지 Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac 이젠 달력 한장 한장마다 밤에 시체가 발견돼 Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at 경찰들이 불만을 품는 밑바닥 Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at 아웃사이더들이 자기 지갑 때문에 총에 맞는 곳 I had nothin but I made somethin outta that 난 아무것도 없었지만 그래도 뭔가 만들어냈어 Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack 난 Charlie Mack처럼 리무진에서 처음으로 나와 From 215 it's him the livest one 215에서부터 그는 최강이었지 And he's representin Philly to the fullest 그는 최고로 Philadelpia를 대표해 Blacks the realest Black은 최고 You can't touch him and not for nothin 넌 그를 건드릴 수 없어, 어떤 이유로도 If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it 만약 힙합을 좋아한다면 사랑해야하지 If not then fuck it 싫다면 좇까 I'm still handlin 난 여전히 잘 다뤄 Smokin more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's Redman과 난폭한 MC들보다 더 마리화나를 피우지 And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species 내 이름은 Rick Gees, 넌 멸종 위험에 처한 종 For what I do I'm about to up the fees 내가 하는 것들은 돈을 올리는게 목적이니까 I'm paperchase motivated I ain't the one to play with 그래 돈에 의해 동기부여가 돼, 장난칠 순 없는 사람 These cats get set ablaze 이놈들은 불이 붙어 You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay 너네들은 맘대로 못해, 하지만 난 돈을 걸겠어 Just smoke og and get cabbage all day 그냥 마리화나를 피우면서 지폐를 늘리는거야 The way thought play causes your main thing to say 내 생각의 방식은 니 주된 부분이 말을 하게 만들지 Your style so splendid you bout your business 네 스타일은 아주 빛나, 넌 비즈니스에 충실해 You arousing my interests 넌 내 흥미를 돋구지 You sharper than a Shogun Shogun보다 날카롭지 You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin bout 어떻게 하는건지 알지, huh, 게임은 내가 무슨 얘기를 하는지 알아 [Chorus B] Hus, that's short for hustlers Hus, 그건 갱스터(hustlers)의 약자 We Black Inc Raw Life productions 우린 Black Inc Raw Life 프로덕션 Tryin to find our spota amongst the ruckus 이 난장판 속에 우리의 자리를 찾으려고 애써 And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters 바보는 제거해, 벼룩 같은 바보들과 머저리들 Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus 오 그래, 잡아버리자 Hus, 잡자 Hus, 잡자 Hus [Black Thought] Hey yo I'm tryin to get it at any cost so it's no remorse Hey yo 난 어떤 값을 치르고라도 잡으려고 해, 후회는 없어 When I'm blastin off like you been askin for it 니가 요구한 것처럼 난 발사돼 When Black step in the door all hats is off Black이 문 안으로 들어오면 모두 모자를 벗어 Your hands up in the air goin back and forth 넌 손을 위로 올려 앞뒤로 흔들어 I'm about ready for a classic massacre 이제 전형적인 대학살을 준비하지 I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa 아프리카에 Shaft가 있을 때보다 더 뜨겁게 만들게 Jump outta a black Porsche huffin a fat cigar 검은 Porsche에서 뛰어나와 빵빵한 씨가를 피워 Night ridin on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff 마치 성이 Hasselhoff인 것처럼 그들을 밤에 덮쳐 Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full 투표 결과 넌 성공은 힘들대, 왜냐면 내 교실은 Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves 반대자, 사기꾼과 도둑들로 가득하니까 All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave 그게 내게 준 건 떠날만한 좋은 이유 뿐이었어 And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and weep 너네들이 읽고 울 수 있게 벽에 글을 써놓지 Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell 왜냐면 난 신의 힘이자, 지옥의 분노니까 You'd rather head for the hills and save yourselves 차라리 언덕으로 가서 니 자신을 구해 My Man rip drums like He ringin the bells 저기 내 친구는 벨을 울리듯 드럼을 두들겨 The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film 이 왕국의 왕, 너도 그가 영화에서 그의 일을 하는 걸 봤잖아 Come on [Chorus B] [Malik B] Dreams when M16's with infrared beams 적외선 빔을 단 M16이 대통령의 Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene 집을 석유 캔과 함께 폭파시키는 꿈 Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine 전략적인 패턴으로 리무진을 하이잭하고 Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean 내 적을 박살내, 카리브해로 향해 Militant guerilla camp is ready for war Militant 게릴라 캠프는 전쟁할 준비가 되어있어 Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four 니 구석 얼굴은 아래로, 보석들, 돈과 44구경은 내려놔 When I score prepare for toture 점수를 따면, 고문을 준비해 Fuck around and make your town Warsaw 함부로 놀다간 니 동네가 바르샤바가 되지 I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell 난 Illadel 출신, 킬러들이 있는 곳 My technique is to ambush you guerilla style 내 기술은 널 게릴라 스타일로 습격해 My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe 내 본능은 살인고래의 그것, 머리에서 발끝까지 마구 쳐대 With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal 9mm처럼 챙기는 가사들로 말야 My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal 내 타입은 범죄자로 바뀌어진 잠재적 정신력 Importing heroin internash from Senegal 세네갈에서 수입해온 헤로인 A soldier takes a stripes from a general 이 용사는 장군에게서 승급을 받지 Used the mike of iron or lead 강철 또는 납의 마이크를 쓸테니 You choose your mineral 너도 니 재료를 선택해 [Chorus A] |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli talking)
Yeah... Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with (Hook: Kanye West) Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat (Black Thought) Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like dolphins Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him (Talib Kweli) Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!" (Pharoahe Monch) See these four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly (Hook) (Black Thought) Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified fences It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help (Talib Kweli) From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin... (Pharoahe Monch) Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness Unless, you wanna be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats (Hook) (various ad-libs til fade) |
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from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004)
Yeah it would be cool it could be too Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel Living a lie eventually believing it's true A lot of people here for us one could be you It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors A favor for a favor man, this is the majors Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's What you gone do when the poliece state vegin Well it already began but I guess it depends on what's really going on what's happening, huh Military target practicing They finna write another patriot act again The days is short the nights is long The fight goes on The pistol and the pipes are drawn Hook: The middle of the night We fight like barbarians In sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste Of our time And I think you would be right Till he drop that rhyme (Repeat) And some might say that it's a waste of time Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem Its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving They only wanna see us occupying a coffin Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving From trying to get over, get under, get even Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy We got to get it right It ain't about to be easy You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely Pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me (Repeat Hook) |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
[John Legend]
Yeah-yeah, ooohhhhhhhhh So many hard times Yea-yeahhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhh-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeahhhh YEAHHHHH, yeah-yeah YEAHHHHHHHHHH 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 seeing me [Chorus: John Legend - 2X] Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found [John Legend] Yeah, yeah, yeah In my party house I feel like meeting 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 [Chorus: John Legend - 2X] [Black Thought] Check it out, seventeen years and counting I'm tryna climb up the rough side of the mountain Friends warned me I'ma have to do it without them No problem really, it was never about them So my house, I never come out from cause every day a drought, then a shadow of doubt come I'm down to do whatever if it betters my outcome The city's like the Audubon Ballroom waiting on Malcolm Cause people wanna see my blood flow like fountains I got nowhere to go and still feel like bouncing I'm looking for the closest window I can rap from or for the highest speaker-box that I can shout from And I'm hoping to feel like something is real But it's no hope when you are but a spoke in a wheel A brick in a wall, tryna find an opening still Having hard times, tryna climb over the hill [John Legend] Yeah, so many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam, Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, yeaaaaaaahhhh [Chorus: John Legend - 4X] [John Legend] Yea-yeah, yea-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaaaahhh, yeah Yeah, mmmmm, yeah, yeaaah So many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam and Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, ohhhhhhhhh, yeah I don't wanna do it no more No-no-no, no-no I don't wanna go back there no more No-ohhhhhh I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna.. |
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from The Roots - Game Theory (2006)
[Chorus 2X]
He said yeah 그는 말했지 yeah You better come out with your hands up 손을 들고 나오는게 좋아 We got you surrounded I'm in the back 넌 지금 포위됐어, 난 뒤에 있어 Changin my outfit He said blink 옷을 바꿔입네, 그는 깜빡이라고 했지 We gonna send the hounds in I said wait 사냥개들을 들여보낼거야, 난 기다리라 했지 Cause here I come Here I come Here I come 왜냐면 여기 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까 You boys get ready 너네들 준비해 Cause here I come Here I come Here I come 왜냐면 여기 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까, 내가 가니까 [Verse] I'm soul brother one hunted 난 영혼이 충만한 형체 How much charisma Could another one stomach 엄청난 카리스마로 다른 이들의 뱃속을 채워(?) If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning 만약 내가 죄수라면 교활하지도 똑똑하지도 Or wise If I come outside I'm not running 않을걸, 만약 내가 밖에 나오면 달리진 않아 Stone lone wolf of the pack The unwanted 무리 속의 외로운 늑대 한마리, 아무도 원치 않는 이 I really got nothin to hide I'm bout cuttin 숨길 건 하나도 없어, 잘라내는 게 전문 Go out in a blaze Wouldn't pop one button 불에 붙어서 달려가, 버튼 하나도 누르지 않아 I'm a murk half hurt leave the cop dogs huntin 난 우울하고 반은 상처입었어, 경찰견은 그냥 풀어놔 The pretty black one in the group 그룹의 예쁜 흑인 한 명 The smooth villain under fire 불길 아래로 가는 깔끔한 악당 Cause I'm pennin the words that move millions 난 수백만을 움직이는 단어를 만들거든 Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance 바로 니 눈 앞에 다가오는 진정한 광채 It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it 부상하는 새로운 나쁜 남자, 누가 느끼고 있나 New true skill in it Y'all the roots still in it 새로운 진짜 스킬을 담아, 너네들은 여전한 뿌리 Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit 준비됐고 의지도 충만해, 진짜 킬러답게 You know we got them Involved We too diligent 알다시피 우린 그들을 다 모아, 우린 너무 근면하지 They say the music is strong and too militant 그들은 우리 음악이 강하고 너무 호전적이래 [Chorus] Yo Black Inc raw life In this whatumacallit 아무개에서 벌어지는 Black Inc의 삶 Weed smokin junkie alcoholic 마리화나를 피우는 알콜중독자 One foot in the grave One foot in the toilet 한 발은 무덤에, 한 발은 변기에 Still I'm onstage In front of an audience 그러면서도 무대 위 관객 앞에서 공연을 펼치네 Disturbing the peace And the local ordinance 평화를 깨뜨리고 지역 규칙을 어기지 My eta I'll arrive by morning 내 도착 예정 시간은 아마도 아침 Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning Alonzo Mourning의 팔처럼 긴 돈줄 Vampire chicks suck blood Dusk to dawnin 흡혈귀 년들은 황혼에서 새벽까지 피를 빠는 중 Waitin to catch me sleep But I'm not yawnin 내가 잘 때를 기다리지만, 난 하품도 안 해 They in the vip At the garden 그들은 정원 VIP 섹션에 They gon jump me When I stop performing 아마 공연이 멈추면 나를 덮칠텐데 I got something for them Behind the organ 내 장기 뒤에 그들을 위한 것이 준비되어있지 I always roll deep With my squadron 항상 나와 함께 해주는 팀 The sheriff out front Gonna sic the dogs in 앞에는 보안관, 개를 데리고 올거야 That nigger talkin bout he got warrants 저놈은 영장 얘기를 떠벌이고 있군 [Chorus] I'm in the darkness Heartless Fuck you regardless 여기는 어둠 속, 무자비해, 상관없이 다 엿먹어 Move with hardness Y'all just pressin charges 강함으로 움직여, 너넨 그저 고소를 걸어 It's often injury Floss and force my entry 종종 상해죄지, 잘난척했다간 입장할 수 밖에 This peninitentiary Knockin niggers for centuries 이 교도소는 수세기 동안 흑인들을 두들겨패왔네 It's elementary Like KRS and evidently 기본적이야, 마치 KRS처럼, 그리고 분명 Incidents They all stress I'm lawless That's my problem 우연, 그들은 모두 스트레스, 난 무법자 그게 내 문제점 Evolve And never solve them Chill in Harlem 진화해도 해결을 못 해, 할렘에서 놀며 Bang you Bring you stardom You full of boredom 널 날려, 스타덤으로 데려와, 지루함으로 가득한 놈 Bastard you been aborted Bring your neck out 개자식, 넌 낙태당했어, 목을 꺼내 Bring the tech out Absorb it 총을 꺼내, 흡수해 See you check out And then step out The orbit 넌 체크아웃 중, 그리곤 나가, 이 궤도에 Blow your flesh out Till I'm fressh out my torment 니 피부를 날려, 신선해질 때까지, 내 고뇌 Street apostle Pop shit Preach the Gospel 거리의 사도, 폭발해, 가스펠을 불러 Still I'm hostile Sippin a duece When possible 여전히 난 적대적이야, 가능할 땐 술을 부어 Turn into a monster Grouchy Gimme the Oscar 괴물로 변해, Grouchy, Oscar 상을 줘 Hit you like vodka Then screech off in a Mazda 널 보드카처럼 치고 Mazda처럼 끼익 소리를 내며 나가 [Chorus 2X] Yo |
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from The Roots - How I Got Over (Explicit Version) (2010)
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Uh, uh-huh Out in the streets where I grew up First thing they teach us--not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to care How I got over where the people come apart Don't nobody care about you; only thing you got is God Out here in these streets if you get down on your luck You can stand out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck Out here in these streets every man is for himself They ain't helpin' no one else; it's a hazard to your health Livin' life in these cold streets Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets? Out in the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (how I got over) Someone has to care Yo, when you on the corner, it's too much drama Livin' with the police right behind ya It's always more than a slight reminder We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me if it ain't too much bother Whatever don't break me or make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lyin' and too much flyin' I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin' They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin' They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin' We uninspired, we un-admired And tired and sick of being sick and tired Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin' You just like I am Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care Somebody's gotta care And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere Out here in these streets We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own Livin' life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find Are we runnin' out of time out here? Listen Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets? Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care [Chorus: x3] |
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from The Roots - Wake Up! (2010)
Time is getting harder and harder
More and more each day, yeah Still I am determined that I'm never gonna change my way Thinking 'bout love the way it should be You better open your eyes and you will see About love the way it should be You gotta make up your minds And you'll advance humanity Humanity, humanity, humanity What happened to the love That they are all talking about? It's nothing but useless words Coming from out of their mouths Talking 'bout love the way it should be We gotta open our eyes and we will see About love the way it should be We gotta make up our minds And we'll advance humanity Humanity, humanity, humanity What happened to the love That they are all talking about? Oh, It's nothing but useless words That are coming from out of their mouth Talking 'bout love the way it should be Open our eyes and we will see About love the way it should be We gotta make up our minds And we'll advance humanity Humanity, humanity, humanity Listen, people listen (You got the notion, I hope so) Listen what I'm saying to you (You got the notion, I hope so) A little bit of justice and peace (You got the notion, I hope so) But bring a little love for everyone (You got the notion, I hope so) Said you got the notion, you got the notion (You got the notion, our hope's on) So get in the motion, get in the motion (You got the notion, I hope so) You got the notion (You got the notion, I hope so) So get in the motion (You got the notion, I hope so) You got the notion, I hope so You got the notion, I hope so You got the notion, I hope so |
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| from The Hurricane (허리케인 카터) by Christopher Young [ost] (2000) | |||||
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