Tytuł: Proceed 2

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 264

welcome to The Roots, The Roots
  
   Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house
   and uhh, Malik B, is in the house
   We're groovin out, yes in the house
   *discordant talk*
   ...
   Just get on the mic with your master plan
  
   Verse One: Malik B
  
   I can make you dance, I can make you shout
   The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out
   Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect
   Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth
   Rap extrordinaire share me never ever
   See through because I be true, Malik's together
   Intox your cells till your brain vein swells
   Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel
   Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front
   I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch
   I always stand firm, under any term
   My actions never squirm cuz my tracks is perm
   I have a tendency to defend this MC
   My residency is simply in sensei
   I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot
   It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it
   My style is like a cat from a seventies flick
   Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick
   Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray
   When I talk this way, I do dismay
   See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle
   My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble
   The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed
   I sign off but I shall proceed
  
   Chorus:
  
   I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (4X)
  
   Verse Two: Black Thought
  
   Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly
   We could get fly that's the anthem of my
   crew not to glorify but it's sorta high
   Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why
   my man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate
   Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape
   To escape Metropolis is such a violent state
   I spill words over pages, styles over phrases
   from the world's different stages for crowds of different ages
   Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah
   Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over
   Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids
   Doin bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought
   I interface with bass when I communicate
   Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of
   rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm
   therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore
   I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore
   The Roots'll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed
  
   Chorus
  
   Rockin on the microphone I do this well (repeats)
   *crowd cheers*
   The Roots, The Roots!