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Tytuł: Rhymes and ammo

  • Wykonawca: The Roots
  • Wy¶wietleń: 295
[Light faded voice of Black Thought]
   Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
   For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin
   and I can assault, tryin'a take my position
   Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to
   A'yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
   For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin
   and I can assault, tryin'a take my position
   Stop wishin, and sit your ass back
  
   [Chorus: Black Thought]
   A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
   Pump that! (Shit up)
   Pump that! (Shit up)
   When I say stand up, y'all say get up
   Stand up! (Get Up)
   Stand up! (Get Up)
   When I say rise up, y'all say now
   Rise up! (Now)
   Rise up! (Now)
   When I say lick a shot, say blaow
   Lick a shot! (blaow)
   Lick a shot! (blaow)
  
   [Verse 1: Black Thought]
   A'yo everybody on they jawns
   Cartoons is hardcore porn
   It ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns
   Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron
   Coming to school shootin up the auditorium
   Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV
   The least of y'all worries should be Thought's cd
   The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly
   They done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t.
   If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me
   Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see
   Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin fancy
   The maker, no matter what the circumstance be
   Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel
   Smacked like I'm (??), leave him crippled
   Keep talkin greasey I'ma big lip you
   A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
   You and the squad takin to galoshes
   I hold the engineer for hostage
   and spit from a dirty cartridge
   Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit
   I'm sendin them goons to your mom's apartment
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 2: Dice Raw]
   A'yo I'm dancin, on the edge of insanity
   and rhymin like its the end of humanity
   Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me
   Turn around and tell girls we like family
   What up with all that, jokin, and collamity
   Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me
   But they don't know, I got somethin for them
   But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that
   I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more
   Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy
   They claimin they sell but I'm still the old boss
   Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor
   But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw
   You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all
   Watchin different artists rise and fall
   Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y'all
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
   Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese
   In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease
   Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto
   I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals
   Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals
   Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental
   Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored
   Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward
   You've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar
   Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God
   Rastas, they say Jah
   They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine
   and make you say ahhh
   Guess who's back?
   The game needed improvement
   Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid
   I'm a shark in the water with constant movement
   influenced by music since a truant yo
   This is how we do it yo
  
   [Chorus x2]