Roots - Double Trouble lyrics
rate me* about 35 seconds of ad libs *<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow<br />
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down<br />
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown<br />
Brace yourself, it's about to go down<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound<br />
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound<br />
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about<br />
<br />
[Black Thought]<br />
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget<br />
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)<br />
<br />
Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it<br />
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit<br />
The magnificent, rapper's run from it<br />
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it<br />
MC's in my circumference, is confronted son<br />
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it<br />
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it<br />
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it<br />
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet<br />
All you high noon riders better rally at the summit<br />
It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered<br />
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted<br />
Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden<br />
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin<br />
Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th<br />
<br />
[Black Thought]<br />
You better get your rest cause the next day comin<br />
Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin<br />
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin<br />
Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you catch every bar<br />
Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star<br />
Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish<br />
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless<br />
<br />
[Black Thought]<br />
Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses<br />
And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses<br />
I burst your verses, your words is worthless<br />
Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose?<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury<br />
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me<br />
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me<br />
Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry<br />
<br />
[both interwined]<br />
Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow<br />
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down<br />
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown<br />
Brace yourself, it's about to go down<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound<br />
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about<br />
<br />
[both intertwined]<br />
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget<br />
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen<br />
And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen<br />
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient<br />
I play the winter breeze to choke hold your piston<br />
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole position<br />
Class E chassis can't hold the transmission<br />
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin<br />
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven<br />
<br />
[Black Thought]<br />
Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)<br />
Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)<br />
From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time<br />
I swing from chandeliers and wall climb<br />
And specialize in warfares of all kind<br />
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme<br />
But half the time, they run it down one of mine<br />
Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line<br />
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized<br />
Melt down all of your artificial lies<br />
Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5<br />
Swine like mono and diglyceride<br />
My vocals got texture, you just texturized<br />
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised<br />
Step into my zone get flown like fly<br />
By the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die<br />
<br />
[Black Thought]<br />
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik<br />
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat<br />
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin<br />
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin<br />
Give me the mic, we on that again<br />
B-boy business, off the top actin and battlin<br />
Servin them cats that forgot<br />
But don't get too close, because you might get shot<br />
<br />
[both interwined]<br />
Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow<br />
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down<br />
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown<br />
Brace yourself, it's about to go down<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound<br />
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about<br />
<br />
[both intertwined]<br />
We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget<br />
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)<br />
<br />
We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow<br />
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down<br />
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown<br />
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound<br />
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about<br />
<br />
[both intertwined]<br />
We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget<br />
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)<br />
<br />
[Mos Def]<br />
Say here's a little story that must be told<br />
About two young brothers who got so much soul<br />
They takin total control, of the body and brain<br />
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane<br />
It's just two bad brothers who will never quit<br />
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th<br />
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend<br />
And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again<br />
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat<br />
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique<br />
We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest<br />
Non-stoppinest, _Fortified Live_ survive the apocalypse<br />
Rhymes we say, the perfect blend<br />
Because we know how to rock when the beat come in<br />
Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen<br />
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen<br />
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen<br />
Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen<br />
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen<br />
Here we go, here we here we here we go<br />
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen<br />
Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen<br />
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen<br />
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break<br />
Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen<br />
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen<br />
Two years ago, a friend of mine<br />
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen... *fades*
