Roots - Live From The D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show lyrics
rate me*after 2 minutes of talking*<br />
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[Bobbito]<br />
Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Yes I, check it out<br />
It's like, you listen to the musician<br />
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision<br />
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support<br />
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth<br />
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted<br />
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid<br />
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener<br />
Black Thought yo, while I exhibit the<br />
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style<br />
Severin rooms just like apartments, I'll flavor<br />
I'm a skyscraper by nature<br />
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common<br />
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?<br />
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter<br />
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme<br />
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out<br />
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[Common]<br />
I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair<br />
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs<br />
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet<br />
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life<br />
I write twice and drop singles in record pools<br />
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles<br />
Rhymin big words and not sayin shit<br />
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped<br />
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week<br />
Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin<br />
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'<br />
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings<br />
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller<br />
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a<br />
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer<br />
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack<br />
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black<br />
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme<br />
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong<br />
Com's song'll keep goin, I start the holdin<br />
My flowin is turnin to earth<br />
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*<br />
?Tremblin when it came down the shoot?<br />
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[Pharoahe Monch]<br />
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah<br />
(Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo<br />
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again<br />
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages<br />
Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity<br />
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts<br />
And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax<br />
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest<br />
Just because he got rhyme of the month twice<br />
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices<br />
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute<br />
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)<br />
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[Absolute]<br />
Yes, rippin the microphone<br />
My words will enlight your dome<br />
When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone<br />
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours<br />
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan<br />
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin<br />
It's the beef for black attack<br />
When I, yes quick to subtract the wack<br />
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin<br />
Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver<br />
Like water from a river makin you shiver<br />
That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature<br />
Yes, but I'm about to get deeper<br />
You'll catch a I'll reflection from listenin too close to the speaker<br />
When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute<br />
Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute<br />
For my man from the House of Representatives<br />
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta<br />
Do I show you a style and throw you?<br />
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause<br />
I'm the superior style and you inferior<br />
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--<br />
Bust rule the, microphone<br />
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden <br />
MC's just start to studdered from the rap style<br />
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out<br />
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms<br />
I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies<br />
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem<br />
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference<br />
You can never attempt to reach that where my level is<br />
Black Thought severin competitives, off the dome top<br />
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just drop<br />
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[Common]<br />
And don't halt, I guess it was my fault<br />
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt<br />
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago<br />
Niggas follow, hold the water bottle<br />
My shit'll keep flowin <br />
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure<br />
Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament<br />
Start to blessin it<br />
The shit is like this, where the beat went<br />
I give MC's the silent treatment<br />
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh<br />
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress<br />
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother<br />
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic<br />
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad<br />
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek<br />
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week<br />
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony<br />
Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony<br />
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources<br />
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this<br />
One time, it came back the rap sunshine<br />
Niggas follow me like one time<br />
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on<br />
It's like this upon the mic yo I sit upon<br />
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[Pharoahe Monch]<br />
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo<br />
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star<br />
Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far<br />
I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay<br />
Peepin the upper echelon of light display<br />
Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so<br />
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel<br />
The sad slow nigga much smoother than Coltrane<br />
Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine<br />
The effortless action wit moves like subtraction<br />
Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction<br />
And all the while my beats can pile up<br />
More data than X-File shows all added up<br />
The educated nigga from Queens, by any means<br />
Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme Team<br />
But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream<br />
For niggas who fiend for hip hop<br />
I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots<br />
>From top notch cops to bust from a crotch<br />
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome<br />
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[Absolute]<br />
The last word was precision so I get a vision <br />
And makin sentences on top of your cranium<br />
Underground, sub-terranien<br />
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's<br />
Who can't catch across the border<br />
Lookin across, the window, not a nympho<br />
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly<br />
My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it<br />
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit<br />
I pack shit but it's never like an automatic<br />
I'm causin static just like the opposite of Bounce<br />
I get, throwing mad amounts<br />
Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch<br />
I gotta catch the beat<br />
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong<br />
I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken<br />
It's my turn to rhyme again<br />
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy<br />
Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner<br />
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap<br />
Yo<br />
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*talking and shoutouts to end*
