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Tytuł: What they do

  • Wykonawca: The Roots
  • Wy¶wietleń: 293
feat Raphael Saadiq
  
   Chorus: (Saadiq)
  
  
   Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
   Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
  
   Verse One:
  
   Yo, lost generation, fast pace nation
   World population confront their frustration
   The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
   It's all contractual, and about money making
   Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations
   Exact replication and false representation
   You wanna be a man, then stand your own
   To MC requires skills, I demand some shown
   I let the frauds keep frontin
   And roam like a celluar phone far from home
   Giving crowds what they wanted
   Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin
   Keepin ya party jumpin wit an original somethin
   Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al
   No imagination, excuse for perpetration
   My man came over and said
   "Yo we thought we heard you"
   Joke's for you
   We heard your bitin ass crew but uh
  
   Chorus: Raphael Saadiq
  
   Never do, what they do when they do what they do
  
   (repeat 2X)
  
   Verse Two: Black Thought
  
   Thin is the line of between love and hatred
   The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred
   Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap niggaz do the making
   Of you would blow up or go as far as they can take it
   My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live
   I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport
   Now the rhymes need life support
   I take it very seriously within this industry
   It's various crews that try to touch me
   But I come wit the beautiful thing
   And I bless the track plushly
   Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours
   Recepient of applause from you and yours
   Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home
   To absorb and sweat it out your pores
   Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins
   Infinitely go against the grain
   That's why my motto's to
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse Three:
  
   Livin the life of limos and lights
   Airplanes and trains
   Short days and long nights
   Keyboards and mics
   Bass chords and drum kicks
   And my mental thick to hit my head like brick
   As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark
   When I first spark the arts, when's the listening start
   Open your head wide and let the thought inside
   My style fortified by all of philladel-phy
   I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy
   Mentality undetectable by the naked eye
   Then I get paid when the record is played
   To put it short I want it Made like Ed, nuff said
   Then after that, I'm puttin on the ___
   Let the ladies blend with the darkskin devil bred and discover
   My level is that of no other
   And Roots crew bring offical and true
   While I'm continuin to...
  
   Chorus: repeat 4X