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Tytuł: Meiso

  • Wykonawca: The Roots
  • Wy¶wietleń: 287
Yin for yang I walk on a line
   Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind
   Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents
   As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense
   From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough
   Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon
   Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine
   I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real
   and what's illus-ion
   I come from Illadelph where ya health you never take for granted
   As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet
   Or abnormal, niggas appearing out of portals and demanding your soul
   Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven
   In this continual maze, where night fight with days
   Within my mind marijuan blaze
   And some say I should change my ways
   But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze
   Thought's style will never since or never cease to excella-rate
   It's the great lab dwella
   Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer
   The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor
   Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder
   Phila 5th Dynasty's the future
   And DJ Krush is the producer, ya healin with the ginseng Roots
   We get ya renascence loosa
   Remember me the Thought I represent essentially and
   mentally eventually, ya mention me as most high
   My decibels are most fly, I come to paint ya Thought's Black
   Yo Krush, where's it at?!!!??!
  
   [Malik B]
   The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift
   The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff
   Now can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list
   Man that's bogus, let's try to stay focused
   You would think it was the Fourth of July
   Cause in Illadelph a round of applause light up the sky
   Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty
   Foul mouth bitches walk around looking trashy
   Bimbos talking about where's the indo?
   Crackheads leavin babies unattended at the window
   To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left
   I'm trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it
   But perserverence is a virtue
   The person that you thinking you hurting might hurt you
   Ya celly might jerk too
   Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned
   But I'm a rebel to the system so I might not be coming
   So if I fail, man just get up the bail
   It's just more time to write another story to tell
   Ill elements, drop intelligence, Black Thought Malik B
   fuck up their-re-le-vance
   We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust
   Man just leave it to us, look main aim and I'll bust
   Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust
   With DJ Krush from Japan with no more need to discuss