Roots - Don't Say Nothin' lyrics
rate me[Verse 1 - Black Thought]<br />
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious<br />
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge<br />
Until your body sound clash<br />
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude<br />
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy<br />
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping<br />
Keep em playing they position<br />
Keep making the people listen what I spin<br />
Put em out on a limb<br />
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen<br />
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend<br />
We never listen to them<br />
It's like trying to take a piss in the wind<br />
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em<br />
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em<br />
Now who the type built to last?<br />
It's no question, the Master!<br />
Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound<br />
Hitting you hard from - every direction<br />
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!<br />
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Yeah! When the saint on the ground, <br />
with the grind on rhyme,<br />
with King Kong hitting Thailand, <br />
give it here, and don't say nuthin' <br />
just give it here, and don't say nuthin',<br />
when the team on the set, hit, the gun gonna clap,<br />
git it down on record,hey, hmmmm, cut the check, <br />
give it here, and don't say nuthin', <br />
give it here and don't say nuthin', Come on!<br />
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[Verse 2 - Black Thought]<br />
Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers<br />
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards<br />
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk<br />
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress<br />
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas<br />
Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless<br />
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times<br />
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list<br />
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe<br />
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve<br />
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D<br />
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe<br />
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax<br />
Most times they be sticking you without the gats<br />
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse<br />
And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga<br />
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[Verse 3 - Black Thought]<br />
Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band<br />
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand<br />
When a brother transform, from aynonomous man<br />
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin<br />
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang<br />
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain<br />
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure<br />
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected<br />
Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle<br />
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil<br />
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled<br />
Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial<br />
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still<br />
See me put the system on lock like can pill<br />
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements<br />
Cause my click come a full sizeable portions<br />
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