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Tytuł: Step into the realm

  • Wykonawca: The Roots
  • Wy¶wietleń: 214
Chorus: repeat 4X
  
   Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
   And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
  
   [Malik B]
  
   Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive
   Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested
   with more destruction, my vocal eruption
   was speakin bout corruption with no introduction
   Approach me with caution cause I spark losses
   M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin
   Leavin niggaz stiff like I'm starchin, departin
   Hollywood Sambos and jokes just like Martin
   I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward
   with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
   Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold
   They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud
   If this a point of life, one I can't afford
   Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud
   Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher
   With more drama than a soap opera
   Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander
   Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander
   Warn every challenger, about the silencer
   Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar
  
   Chorus
  
   [Black Thought]
   I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical
   undergrads, and steady red faces of stone
   Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative
   Philly crimin-al, I rhyme my, dirt Tariq already did
   Buildin this, Fifth foundation in the wilderness
   Thought-less, trespass and enter Thought's fortress
   Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the
   cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless
   Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches
   The beat Fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches
   Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem
   Fuck stardom, and chickens up in Gotham
   Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me
   STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that
   I stroll through your scenery cocked back
   Me and Hot Mack, the nine-eight, El Dorado Cadillac Jacks
  
   Chorus