Roots - Proceed Ii lyrics

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...welcome to The Roots, The Roots<br />

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Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house<br />

And uhh, Malik B, is in the house<br />

We're groovin out, yes in the house<br />

*discordant talk*<br />

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Just get on the mic with your master plan<br />

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Verse One: Malik B<br />

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I can make you dance, I can make you shout<br />

The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out<br />

Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect<br />

Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth<br />

Rap extrordinaire share me never ever<br />

See through because I be true, Malik's together<br />

Intox your cells till your brain vein swells<br />

Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel<br />

Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front<br />

I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch<br />

I always stand firm, under any term<br />

My actions never squirm 'cause my tracks is perm<br />

I have a tendency to defend this MC<br />

My residency is simply in sensei<br />

I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot<br />

It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it<br />

My style is like a cat from a seventies flick<br />

Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick<br />

Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray<br />

When I talk this way, I do dismay<br />

See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle<br />

My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble<br />

The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed<br />

I sign off but I shall proceed<br />

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Chorus:<br />

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I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (4X)<br />

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Verse Two: Black Thought<br />

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Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly<br />

We could get fly that's the anthem of my<br />

Crew not to glorify but it's sorta high<br />

Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why<br />

My man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate<br />

Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape<br />

To escape Metropolis is such a violent state<br />

I spill words over pages, styles over phrases<br />

From the world's different stages for crowds of different ages<br />

Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah<br />

Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over<br />

Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids<br />

Doin bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought<br />

I interface with bass when I communicate<br />

Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of<br />

Rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm<br />

Therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore<br />

I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore<br />

The Roots'll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed<br />

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Chorus<br />

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Rockin on the microphone I do this well (repeats)<br />

*crowd cheers*<br />

The Roots, The Roots!