Roots - Section lyrics
rate meChorus: Black Thought: (2X) <br />
We got more 'cause it's what you want <br />
You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump <br />
Thump it in your section and throughout your section <br />
In your area, throughout your whole section, yo... <br />
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Black Thought: <br />
The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar <br />
Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire <br />
The injurar, preditar of a competitar <br />
At first, I'm like "nah", I'm nonchalant from afar <br />
I send MCs where the paramedics are <br />
Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular <br />
With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar <br />
Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars <br />
I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual <br />
We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit <br />
I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted <br />
So never try to duplicate the skills executed <br />
Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it <br />
Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed <br />
Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew <br />
Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue <br />
We go an eye for an eye <br />
Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die <br />
Who will imply that I lack a-biliti? <br />
Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti <br />
I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor <br />
The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper <br />
The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather <br />
The bad lieu a bring the bad weather <br />
So to whoever got riff, let it rest <br />
Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set <br />
Be on the low shotgun in the Lex <br />
It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex <br />
With my man low to flex <br />
I'm restin where they handle the Tecs <br />
And the lyrical vandal is next flow <br />
Once again... <br />
So my man, my mizza, my man <br />
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M-ilitant, what's the master plan? <br />
chorus: <br />
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Malik B. <br />
Moms listen to they daughter story about my packets <br />
Peep the oratory, niggaz bore me with theatrics <br />
The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion <br />
A soldier at ease, but on post of up most in <br />
Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke <br />
Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke <br />
When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity <br />
My alliance bring forth to you an entity <br />
Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate <br />
Got no time to debate, but hold up wait, sit straight <br />
It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket <br />
MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted <br />
>From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery <br />
Allah makes the ground you steppin on shivery <br />
Permanent tears run through your thoughts you queers <br />
It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs <br />
For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dike with stairs <br />
When I strike, I stay severe, niggaz stay low in they glare <br />
>From over here, my Range Rover square to blast offside <br />
Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox <br />
I shock your brain with the miscellaneous <br />
Who beez the zaniest...nigga with words that are spontaneous? <br />
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Black Thought: <br />
A yo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van <br />
Lyrical contraband, controllin your command and... <br />
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chorus: <br />
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Black Thought: <br />
All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0 <br />
One time, it's the dynasty flow <br />
Gettin cash, get the gusto <br />
Runnin it down the line, it's another <br />
Yeah, you in tune to another I'll <br />
5th dynasty production baby (fading out
