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  • Wykonawca: The Roots
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Chorus: Black Thought: (2X)
   You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump
   We got more cuz it's what you want
   Thump it in your section and throughout your section
   In your area, throughout your whole section, yo...
  
   Black Thought:
   Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire
   The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar
   The injurar, preditar of a competitar
   I send MCs where the paramedics are
   At first, I'm like "nah", I'm nonchalant from afar
   Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular
   With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar
   Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars
   I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual
   We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit
   I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted
   So never try to duplicate the skills executed
   Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed
   Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it
   Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew
   Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue
   We go an eye for an eye
   Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die
   Who will imply that I lack a-biliti?
   Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti
   I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor
   The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper
   The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather
   The bad lieu a bring the bad weather
   So to whoever got riff, let it rest
   Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set
   It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex
   Be on the low shotgun in the Lex
   With my man low to flex
   I'm restin where they handle the Tecs
   And the lyrical vandal is next flow
   So my man, my mizza, my man
   M-ilitant, what's the master plan?
   Once again...
  
   chorus:
  
   Malik B:
   Peep the oratory, niggaz bore me with theatrics
   Moms listen to they daughter story about my packets
   The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion
   A soldier at ease, but on post of up most in
   Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke
   Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke
   When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity
   My alliance bring forth to you an entity
   Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate
   Got no time to debate, but hold up wait, sit straight
   It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket
   MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted
   From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery
   Allah makes the ground you steppin on shivery
   Permanent tears run through your thoughts you queers
   It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs
   For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dike with stairs
   When I strike, I stay severe, niggaz stay low in they glare
   From over here, my Range Rover square to blast offside
   Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox
   I shock your brain with the miscellaneous
   Who beez the zaniest...nigga with words that are spontaneous?
  
   Black Thought:
   A yo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van
   Lyrical contraband, controllin your command and...
  
   chorus:
  
   Black Thought:
   All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0
   Gettin cash, get the gusto
   One time, it's the dynasty flow
   Runnin it down the line, it's another
   Yeah, you in tune to another ill
   5th dynasty production baby (fading out)