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Roots - Act Too.. The Love Of My Life - lyrics

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 *****
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*

Roots - Ain't Sayin' Nothing New - lyrics

[black thought - amidst ad libbing voices]
What the *****, what what what?
Nuttin new, nuttin new..
What? nuttin new.. check
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin nuttin new
I represent the legendary fifth dynasty crew
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin nuttin new
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin, check shit out
Its nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin nuttin new
Nuttin new, nuttin new...
Ghetto related with this hit the whole world awaited
Yall 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 Im overpaid in dues
Blood tears and sweat, when you *****in with the roots
Thats 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]
Lifes a gamble, step up and place your bets
I drift through space, then make my escape on through the net
With cds, cassettes, no c.o.d.s or checks
Straight from the old school, aiyyo raws in full effect
Im like, lex luthor with rifles filled with kryptonite
When you grip the mic its like -- cmon kids, lets say goodnight!
You dont like me? ! but dont even know why should you hate me
You scared to face these so I still remain safely
Confidin, north phil where Im residin
Never let an outside nigga slide in
This aint home plate, I dunk on you once inside the paint
Flow like this you caint, take me you out, you aint!
[black thought]
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin nuttin new
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall 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
Whats 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? whats it all for?
With knowledge of yourself, then youre through the first door
My people hungry and thirst for more next music explore
Its heavenly to your ebony daughter next door
So what you think the roots get the world respect for?
The splendid authentic hip-hop thats raw core
Severe, world premier, a superior sophomore
No doubt, wherever you dwell, thats 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, yall aint sayin nuttin new
[black thought]
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall 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, yall not sayin nuttin new
Represent the legendary.. with nuttin to do
For you.. yo, lyrical one two
Blow up yall, its nuttin new, nuttin new
[dice raw]
Look at yall you just a army ant, Im a gi-ant, arm fist
King of my city, runnin this shit, just like a ty-rant
Yall clowns know what I meant, thats 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; thats why
I just backslap that ass like shaq did ostertag
Either take me or be taken, you think Im goin down?
Psych, the jury, theyre still deliberatin
I got half of they kids, tied up in a basement
Nah Im just playin yo but thats how Im playin doe
Dig what Im sayin yo? d-i-c-e
Shove a mic in your mouth, like ted dibiase
When you come sloppy, ***** is yall tryin to do?
Yall into, some wack shit, and aint sayin nuttin new
[black thought]
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall 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, yall not sayin nuttin new
Represent, fifty dynasty crew
Check it out, what? well one-two one-two, one-two
Knahmsayin yo? its nuttin new
Nuttin new, nuttin new, yall not sayin nuttin new
Represent the legendary.. fifth dynasty crew
Roots crew, tell me what you could do
You lookin for me.. were lookin for.. one-two, one-two
Ha hah hah! yall aint sayin nuttin new
Wha-wha-one-two, one-two
Represent the legendary fifth.. knahmsayin?
Blowin your vent, yo, content yo, its like that

Roots - Adrenaline! - lyrics

[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 Im in the eye of the storm, where the pressures on
And mcs 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 dont want no more son? thats when more come
And drag a nigga eerie avenue to oregon, youre 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 wasnt
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 aint gone
I took the wrong exit, the sign said langhorne
Im trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls
Shouts to armour akquan whos name is jalil
The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it
Demandin, takin you back like knotts landing
Im ralph cramdon, we out, youll see in hampton
Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the
Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot
Didnt 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
Dicell grind your brain into little sausages
Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is
North philly baby, thats where that raw shit is
Youll get blown out the sky once you get talkative
A-d devise rise, I fathered it
So when you see me on the street, dont 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 yous like kane verse the partridges
You wanna battle, change your name to the forfeiters
Cuz thats what you do, face to face wit raw niggas
I give you a bad case of the *****ed-up jitters, once again
Chorus
[beanie siegal]
They used to talk shit, but ima quiet them
Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin
First nigga that flinch, ima fire em
Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em
Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em?
Dont die in the shit that you lyin in
Used to get fronted bricks, now Im buyin em
Used to cop off my man, now Im supplyin him
Paid the front row seat watchin iverson
First class air crafts what Im 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 Im drivin em
Used to hustle round bars, yall was robbin them
Ran up in yall 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, aint no chalkin em
Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em
These illadel foul streets what Im stompin in once again
Chorus
[scratch outro]

Roots - Act Fore... The End? - lyrics

[black thought]
Yeah yeah yeah, yes i, no doubt yes i (p-5-d)
Check it out, yo yo
Areegato, to all my people in japan
Whether you rockin cartier or pierre cardan
I'm barging in like excuse, i beg your pardon
To crush carbon copy mc's wit clone jargon
Move the crowd to leave the microphone sparkin
Leave you caught inside the lines of my page beneath the margin
Now we could mud-sling to cease the foul-talkin
I personally would rather keep things peace, but it's your option
I hit the block wit hip-hop, it's like oxen
Stampede wit lyrical heavyweight boxing
Yo, just give thanks it's the new shit
For y'all to ever try to sleep on this is stupid
My thought's deep like the upright acustic
Bass, cold crush like charlie chase
To keep the ladies grindin like a slow jam
You just a slow-jam fizz kid, get wit the program
My style hundred proof, i pause for no man
The fifth dy-nas-ty, that's the slogan
>from s-p to west-p to logan
The planet is a parachute, i got em open
Aiyyo i'm out there, aiyyo i'm still out there
Worldwide yo i'm still out there, roots crew forever out there
Aiyyo i'm out there, sp to the, out there
Aiyyo i'm out there, what, i'm still out there
Check it out yo (worldwide) i'm still out there check it out
C'mon, yo i'm out there, aiyyo i'm still out there
Roots crew to the to the to the to the
Y'all know the name, i got game like an evangelist
Relax to my man d'angel-ist, who could ever cancel this
Music growth, it's cancerous not glamorous
Yo the lifestyle i embrace to some scandalous
I chop joke mc's like choke sandwiches
And backslap the snare drum open-handed wit my vo-cal
So i'm far from lo-cal
My peoples got to keep me in they fo-cal
Perform al jerome style, then act like you know now
Surf the internet, inspect my profile
Return to menu if you miss this
Your girlfriend said my music is futuristic
Then kissed me on my neck, left marks of lipstick
Then came to the spot and we got lifted
I rip shit on the solo unassisted
Or wit malik and the fifth click, so y'all should keep your lips zipped
Y'all don't know what it's about, get on route
I hold it down wit no doubt and sip stout
And got the hot record out
Y'all need to let your necks snap back, check it out, word up
Yo i'm out there, aiyyo i'm still out there
Worldwide son i'm still out there, check it out
Roots crew forever out there, you know i'm still out there
What what what out there, knamsayin
To you out there, p-5-d out there
What what, s-p out there yaknamsayin (s-p forever)
Philly out there, aiyyo i'm still out there (2-1-5th)
S-p to the, to the to the to the
Aiyyo so what's the fifth then? the million dollar question
We veterans, lyrically threatening freshmen
Y'all lookin at next year, i see the next ten
And front on me strategically, plan positioning
Out there, steppin into your world i'm visitin
Discography time less you keep listenin
Within the crevices these clones is missing in
Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit that thing
My melody like nat king, and mc's is so un-inter-esting
Forever givin y'all the next best thing
I give it to you like pink champelle and ink bing
I drink yuengling, jaroots and ginseng
You testin me, ock? yo what was you thinkin
You buggin off the energy the king bring
A delivery that you're forever remembering
Aiyyo i'm out there, aiyyo i'm still out there
S-p (worldwide) out there, check it out
It's the roots, we out there
Aiyyo i'm still out there, roots crew out there
Check it out, aiyyo i'm out there
We infinitely out there, worldwide son check it out
Out there check it out (s-p), aiyyo i'm out there
Aiyyo i'm still out there, what what (p-5-d, roots crew out there)
Check it out, it's like

Roots - Black Rock - lyrics

[Intro]
Black Rock
[Verse 1: Dice Raw]
Hey what's for breakfast?
Same as yesterday
Oh that's right cheeseburger and a 40 ounce
Hey, what's for dinner? Nothing nigga
But last night I had dreams of a porterhouse
Ay yo for real I feel like
Cattle in a slaughterhouse
But ***** that grow another here's a quarter ounce
It ain't no hydro, but it gets you high though
Them niggas look like casper what the ***** do I know
[Hook: Dice Raw]
At the end of this tunnel, it's red and blue lies
Once you pay the price you can never do right
One thing I know all I did is wrong
Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong
The only thing in front of me is a bullet in the head
They hoping one day that they find me dead
Until then I make a place in this world
For me and my baby girl
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Got the dead drop way until the A.M
Mumbo Jumbo niggas onomatopoeian
Call it how I see them ain't no rhyme or reason
I'm on some different bullshit everyday just like per diem
I damn with animal anguish
So love no ***** die richer than language
Guilty of sin depending on the reeds shaking in the wind
Just a question not an answer out here depending on its end
[Hook]
[Musical Outro]

Roots - Break You Off - lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby
[Verse One: Black Thought]
Bad Misses, Throwin raspberry kisses on me
You looking for directions?
Girl I feel your vision on me
Just dont let him see you sweat
and we aint spose to be involved
Knowing when we get it off, Girl I mean it off
Keeping you fiending 'til you taking it tossed
And when I'm breaking it off
Its no denying the fact it's wrong
'Cause you got a man who's probably playing his part
You probably breaking his heart
He trying to figure the reason, Uh
Is it because he's superficial
Or is he too submissive
Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic
Or is it 'cause you really couldnt see a future with him
All he about is paper, never took the time with you to listen
You want it gripped up, flipped, and thrown
And get stripped and shown, the way the getting is on
The cost, dealing with this you only taking a loss
You need to leave him alone
And go with the one who breaking you off
[Chorus 2X: Musiq]
Off...
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
I'm gone break you off(beat started.....start-started..)
Yeah Baby
[Verse Two: Black Thought]
Rolling down the highway
Listening to Sade sing
"The way the smooth operator move my way"
You sitting beside me
Looking like Friday Foster
Pam Grier structure look at your body
Keep eachother thristy
Kisses like hershey
But lips is sealed -a

Roots - Clones - lyrics

Yeah, to all the jim carrey ass large co-op
Knowhatimsayin? large co-op, what the *****?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice
Verse one: m.a.r.s.
First of all lets talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin *****es 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 thats why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You cant make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, dont let these streets *****in fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shitll *****in scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
Niggaz scared, cant stand still, like *****in helium
Fake niggaz, they dont go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the ***** up son, thats why we losin em
Im 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., Im sendin dice to de
With three ps, 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 ***** and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master allah rule savior, never clone
Verse two: black thought
Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph isle pensy, thats 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 wouldnt applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squads artificial while approachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror thats 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 Im the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a *****in record deal
Comin with somethin veterans cant feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next mans 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)
Verse three: dice raw
Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he wont speak
Never half-assed, always live and direct
On *****es 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 yall niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
What grown man? in this game, to me youre a child
I trained wack mcs, in camps like ex-marines
Why the ***** 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
Its not your fault black, just the fact you wasnt shown
Youll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I wont be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice raw big car logans isle sol-dier
Verse four: malik b
Dont come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer *****ed aint nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where Im 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 youre brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of yall 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 ***** 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

Roots - Adventreus In Wonderland - lyrics

featuring Ursula Rucker

[Ursula Rucker]
*****.. kill.. and prosper
is the gospel of Wonderland, where
street sands, are quick..
to suck you down to the abyss
with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks
of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's
Those witches and warlocks in blue
Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo
Who? .. Me? ..
I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer
Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest
to see who "Gets Money"
No milk and honey, in this land
cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
that's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision
To save me and my daughter's lives, but
I can't thrive off spirit and scripture
The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her
in a life wanting for nothing
so I got into this drug thing
Not doing, but dealing
Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds
of the doomed became my mission
Izm was just too small time
I had to find the best design to
***** with the massive mother*****ers minds, and pockets
So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits
and, five year old preschool *****
and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out
weary racks of snatch, in other words..
.. I sold crack
Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep,
silk sheets and money heaps
Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to
boarding school to keep shit under cover
All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes
plus his, game I was playing, and winning
While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold
I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen
To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full
I went buckwild, wanting more
like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore
No time for playing with my coochie
counting my man's mad lucci
while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece
I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash
Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver
I thought my shit was tight..
.. til my empire started to quiver
Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to
And watched, like Assata Shakur
My place on the top was no more sure
Loose lips flipped the script
The fantasy trip, swiftly ended
It took no time to blend in, with the population prison
My jaded vision, busted like a cherry
Every, dream I had, now tainted bad
I *****ed and, I killed, to prosper
Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel
Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice
A land of fields to toil in like slaves
No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save
Plenty of fat uniformed rats with
below average size *****s that slither
through cell locks, in the night
Lactating tits being licked, left and right
Plenty of coochie, burning with desire
Like black churches in the South
Black prayers and ***** on fire
Penned up behind barbed wire
Me and my fellow female mammals, animals
*****es in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages
Minds haunted by our children's faces
They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption
Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons
I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime
on a quest to gets mine
Now I'm passing time standing on line
in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads
instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags
Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed
via my mistakes, and my daughter hates
me for what I did
And I'm *****ED.. and I'm STUCK
Doing the Devil's bid
Being locked in a moral corrupt crib
Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl,
you wanna get finger *****ed tonight?
I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right

Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit
Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip
ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT

Roots - 100% Dundee - lyrics

One one one one two
P-p-5-d
Yeah, yeah, p-p-5-d
Im 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 Ill 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 cant, compete with
Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin
Things fall apart and mcs unravellin
Backstage whisperin to management like
Change the order, its no way that we can rock after them
My man sport the fro like _whats happenin? _
From the latest hi-atus, the roots back again
Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend
They packages read care when handlin
Its all soft shit, batteries not included with
Matter of fact, your whole fronts 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 *****, ready to rock
Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block
Posse dont 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 its a cause thats 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 ***** 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 theyre 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, Im the invisible enigma
Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler
Cage you up in the vocal booth, youre held prisoner
Watch, while Im bangin out this hot shit from sigma
Illa-del-p-a, live without a dj
And its 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 Im on somethin, stellar hold off course
Im 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 yall
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

Roots - Boom - lyrics

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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