Roots (The) - Web 20/20 lyrics
rate me(feat. Peedi Peedi, Truck North) [Truck North] Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Fantastic Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard No mask when your flag get captured First class, take you to the rap hereafter Gone in a flash and yet, he gets faster Sick when he hits the Mike like Mixmaster This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor Slicker than a can of oil with no castor Chill in the front of the flight, outclass them Bring your favorite rapper to fight, I'll trash him Then I'll leave in a timely fashion Uh, emcees get the tiny rations Your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer You got a death wish? Well it's finally answered, prick [Black Thought] Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic Rap catalogue consists of all classics Blackness, tell your bitch to fall backwards Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access Killing tracks like this, we call practice Any bullshit y'all twist, we call backwards Jam boy sharp as a tack, we all cactus Waiting on a big payback with no taxes So if you follow the game, you might catch this Act like an activist; you know, active Nigga like me just has to spit acid Sucker like you just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frasier to Cassius No homo, y'all some pains in the asses Get turned to toast like raising your glasses When I'm on stage, girls swing from the rafters Often nasty like Monster Mashing Y'all know the voice is tight, hoarse and raspy Can't place the face, kind of hard to catch me Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me I'm low-key, kind of anti-flashy Then I'm OG up in a black tie classy Sun Tzu to Sun Rai, Gargemel, Mumm-Ra Son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht rock with my squad from 215 Straight calling niggas out like the umpire Any chump try'na front, (word 'em up) [Peedi Peedi] Jam boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy, you get busy too? Then get with me too, we'll get busy, dig me? Smooth Remy, tool skinny but hold plenty .22 long contact, new Bentley No miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he Bring it back when you through with it, roger that Grip tenny, French mammies in Vic' panties Lips candy, dick hard as a fifth of brandy Hop in it for five minutes, then I'm finished 'Cause pussy is pleasure, but I'm attending my business Retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing And reappearing, German engineering this McLaren Hot jacuzzis, watching movies, glock and uzis Shots of Louis, busting cuties popping jeweries Ooh ooh, Ultramag' MC in a M3 Whole body tatted straight up out a MP
