Roots - I Don't Care lyrics
rate me[Chorus: sung 2X]<br />
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin<br />
The drumline bangin away<br />
Make one move and I'll blow you away<br />
One false move and I'll blow you away<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Yo - I don't really know but somebody said<br />
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head<br />
And the po-lice know that the green black and red<br />
Too strong to con-trol, they study what I said<br />
Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic<br />
I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate<br />
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say<br />
Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER!<br />
You know I'm certified sick<br />
I came from the corner where nobody got shit<br />
Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit<br />
Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit<br />
Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble<br />
Of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do<br />
Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble<br />
"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up<br />
You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us<br />
You in a hot area for marchin powder<br />
If you holdin chowder, just walk without it<br />
Them real crook brothers don't talk about it<br />
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid<br />
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem<br />
They made a lot of money, they money never made them<br />
The game of survival is filled with rivals<br />
Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals<br />
The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral<br />
Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you<br />
Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you<br />
Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you<br />
And have you up in somethin that don't' really involve you<br />
But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game<br />
Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin<br />
Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin<br />
Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin<br />
It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin<br />
They shut shit down before the law start shuttin<br />
Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed<br />
And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps<br />
It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic<br />
For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit<br />
Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it<br />
But move to the music he can live through the record<br />
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer<br />
It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer<br />
By the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah<br />
If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real<br />
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[Chorus - 2X]
