Roots - Quills lyrics
rate me[Chorus]<br />
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)<br />
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)<br />
(Give it everything you got yo)<br />
(Once again it's time, it's time)<br />
It's time to ride, ride....<br />
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[Verse One: Black Thought]<br />
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement<br />
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages<br />
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers<br />
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber<br />
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta<br />
Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement<br />
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger<br />
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents<br />
We muscle the language<br />
What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement<br />
I'm hot brolic call it contagious<br />
The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes<br />
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish<br />
Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages<br />
Is something in the iris and the way I spit<br />
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit<br />
Black traumatic, so there you have it<br />
My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic<br />
Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package<br />
Experience is all that is, I'm well established<br />
Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage<br />
The technique in your reach, if only you could have it<br />
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro<br />
Poet for hired pack metal<br />
You feel me?<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Verse Two: Black Thought]<br />
Yo, the load heavy<br />
We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady<br />
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures<br />
Niggaz mad from them cattle sandwiches and swine<br />
Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen<br />
The story in the ghetto the same<br />
Seem like it's just some things that never will change<br />
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name<br />
Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang<br />
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak<br />
The understandable diabolique, animal style<br />
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this<br />
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious<br />
Inject you with the broke down english<br />
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is<br />
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish<br />
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Verse Three: Black Thought]<br />
Yo, the rebel Che Guevara<br />
You felt another date, you better<br />
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar<br />
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta<br />
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter<br />
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens<br />
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning<br />
The flash and the cash and the fast women<br />
It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and<br />
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins<br />
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen<br />
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again<br />
Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been<br />
Thought known as the cure for cancer<br />
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther<br />
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff<br />
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall<br />
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb<br />
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon<br />
Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all<br />
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python<br />
You know what I'm saying?<br />
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When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...<br />
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[Chorus]
