Roots - Proceed III (feat. Bahamedia) lyrics
rate meRock on, to the break of dawn<br />
Freak on to the early morn<br />
Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on<br />
To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo<br />
You got The Roots in the house<br />
We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin lovely<br />
With you ears now proceed<br />
It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we proceed<br />
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Chorus:<br />
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I shall... proceed... and continue... to rock the mic (2X)<br />
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Verse One: Malik B<br />
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Let's, kill all the small talk, and just elaborate<br />
The Roots collaborate I see myself as rather great<br />
How the words generate, whole crews disintergrate<br />
when I pentrate<br />
As if in the course flow with intensive force<br />
You best to go and check your source about my textual course<br />
Simplicity, it sounds complex, you might miss it<br />
But after you critique it you can kiss it<br />
I'm assissting fire force that leaves statistics<br />
When identify niggaz simplify you'll feel no sympathi<br />
My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion<br />
I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin<br />
My style is urban not surburban when I'm splurgin<br />
Gosh these MC's I wash more than detergent<br />
I can split the Red Sea but deadly<br />
Take heed, illadelph style as I proceed<br />
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Chorus<br />
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Verse Two: Bahamadia<br />
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Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly<br />
Brand new, funk doobie, choosy with the tactics<br />
when I gets Raw, like Dice, nice<br />
with the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??!<br />
Of the Organix, pure<br />
Eargasmatic, from Distortion to Statics<br />
Automatic, systematic<br />
I'm nasty at it<br />
So hand me the five micraphones like they did Illmatic<br />
One time for the mind<br />
Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind<br />
The real is not whole or half time<br />
all the time, and I shall proceed<br />
I'm movin on baby, I shall proceed<br />
To remain, on point like an infrared beam<br />
Succeed, in chasing out the ultraviolet dreams<br />
No Mas like Shorty, cuz it's all about me<br />
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Chorus<br />
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Verse Three: Black Thought<br />
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Black and handsome, holdin MC's for ransome<br />
Thoughts command some, is this, a phantom?<br />
Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled<br />
I hit you from the most bizarre angle, rectangular<br />
visions of papes my mind conceive<br />
Motivatin me to acheive as I must proceed<br />
when I ride the train, traumatized to maintain<br />
but laid back, the tracks can relax the brain<br />
I got to deal with everything on this intelligent plain<br />
Servin as a killer<br />
to the pain I live a High Life like Miller<br />
Me and the mic's mechanized<br />
Respect recognize with mind beyond wise<br />
Limitless when I bless the mic with speak<br />
Dialect never weak, y'all niggaz know Tarik<br />
From seven-fifth Snider Ave. got the flavor you need<br />
For the ingredients indeed so to the lead I shall proceed<br />
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Chorus *fades*
