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Tytuł: Somebody's gotta do it

  • Wykonawca: The Roots
  • Wy¶wietleń: 196
feat. Jean Grae
  
   [Hook]
   Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
   Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
   Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
   Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
   Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
   And be there when the shit hits the fan
   I hope y'all out there understand
   Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
  
   [Riq Gees]
   Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
   Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
   Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
   My level headedness make it come off so effortless
   The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
   Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
   My track record is hot shit, consecutive
   Smug, I got game just like a record executive
   A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
   A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
   Bet on Black
   Bet these cats that's all gelatin
   Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
   Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
   Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
   Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'
   Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
   Oh, now it's nothin'
   Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
   I flip like my name Turner
   That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
   The raw sojourner for truth
   The mic burner
  
   [Repeat Hook]
  
   [Jean Grae]
   Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
   Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
   I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
   And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands
   Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -
   So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
   Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
   You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
   They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
   Before there was ain't hard to tell
   The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well
   Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
   I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
   I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks
   Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
   The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
   Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box
   Fox logo if your fave is local
   Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo
   This is work niggaz
  
   [Repeat Hook]
  
   [Mac]
   I made it - ain't nobody believe in me
   But this rap game is like selling coke legally
   Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration
   Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
   Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
   Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
   Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
   Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed
   The profit on kill if you let it
   Nigga's feeling energetic
   Wanna rumble - guns will come out
   Here come the paramedics
   I'm just trying to live like I've Devin
   Tired of my people failin'
   We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em
   Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
   I see things vividly, y'all vision is blurry
   Even if you hate - through my music you gone love
   Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
  
   [Repeat Hook]