Tytuł: Duck down

• Wykonawca: The Roots
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[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!