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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
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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
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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
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you that I'm nice with the. Blah, blah, blah (Canibus). Lyrically I'm I'm supposed to represent Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis. Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
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Roots Natty roots. Dread Binghi dread. I and I are the roots Some are leaf. Some are branches. I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood. For the fire. Whoa, Look at that They need a dry wood
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house, I'm afraid to come outside. Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride. So I play the part I feel they want of me. And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me Havin
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. 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
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Black Thought. My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played. Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed. Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid
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. Yaknowwhati'm sayin?. Really, to me. . It's a small wonder, like vicki, why I'm picky. These niggas suck like hickies. And still get the * they slip in like mickies. I'm sick of the hater-players, bring
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start, once again it's the Thought. The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought. This directed to whoever in listening range. Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change. Black
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start, once again it's the Thought. The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought. This directed to whoever in listening range. Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change. Black
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, 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
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there's too much on my mind say what?. Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme. * with The Roots, you know them niggas is the dime. I can
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Get 'em up high okay, yeah Go all-star, and get down for yours. To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all. You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course. High, lift 'em up high, okay When
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Get 'em up high okay, yeah Go all-star, and get down for yours. To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all. You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course. High, lift 'em up high, okay When
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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
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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and gentlemen. Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling. Spark *, them niggas try to talk *. We hit em like the L at 60th and Market. South Philly clip a hold
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can fly. Listen,. If you want to be high Yo kick off ya shoes, jump off the jock. I fly higher than them dudes from off ya block. My name Black, the style is unorthodox. It tap chins wit ya men's
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. I really got nothin to hide, I'm bout cuttin. Go out in a blaze, wouldn't pop one button. I'm a murk half hurt leave the cop dogs huntin. The pretty black one in the group. The smooth villain
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And it weights a ton. 'Riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun. Black master of any trade under the sun. Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue. Clear my path and come get your captain
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And it weights a ton. 'Riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun. Black master of any trade under the sun. Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue. Clear my path and come get your captain
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Roots, roots rocking everyday. I and a Zion daughter is rocking to the dance tonight. Step and do it alright unverified. Roots rocking, roots rocking, roots rocking, roots rocking Oh no, you'll
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, The Roots is out to the subway Does anybody like real music?. Sweet music, soul music?. You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it. Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Does anybody like
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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
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naleul deo. Boyeojul su issge Black dress. I'm in the black dress. Neol wihan Black dress. Oneul gibun-i joh-a i neukkim-i joh-a. Eottae U ok? I'm ok. Black dress. Oneul naega goleun Black dress. I an-e
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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
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, 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
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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
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Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me. You wanna see Black? Then jump on it. And to the chumps who think they might want it. I might spot your ride and dump on it. And send a couple of boys to
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when I see some rap niggas due to make it. A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it. My nine to five is just to hit ya; get the party live. I'm black thought, used to rap for sport. Now the
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roots. Like a dizzy summer bloom. Got me thinking about you. My roots. Getting higher than the moon. Got me thinking about you. Every time it takes me to my roots. My roots, my roots. My roots, my roots
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time long time Verse. Black Thought. Struck by the luck of the draw. Real life preservation. What I'm hustling for. My name black thought. The definition of raw. I was born in South Philly. On a
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Jamacan,. Yes, I'm a radical roots radical. And I'm miles away from home. They won't see me round the corner,. They can't catch me on the straight. They won't see me round the corner,. They can't catch me
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I'm concealin apparently I first appealin. Later revealin to be deeper - resistance increasingly weaker. The essence of life is more than just mic's and puffin reefa. This universe of Black Thought
