Roots - The Lesson Part 3 (It's Over Now) lyrics
rate me[Black Thought]<br />
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly<br />
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black LILIES<br />
Some people try to front like "I ain't feelin it really"<br />
But that's silly, 'cause how the fuck you can't feel me?<br />
When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit<br />
Alot of ice-grillin in the house got melted<br />
Some tried to put up a fight, but they was helpless<br />
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish<br />
Gimme that, guess who bringin the "Get busy" back<br />
Women say the sound of my voice, the Afrodeziac<br />
Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at<br />
E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me<br />
The Real World for real, this ain't your MTV<br />
The illest INNERVISIONS since Stevie on wax<br />
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks<br />
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact<br />
That it's the Black Thought, controllin like Ike Turner<br />
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner<br />
Or just relax and peep how it's done<br />
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because<br />
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Chorus[Jaguar] *singing*<br />
The Lesson, now it's now, we close shop<br />
We got it locked, it's over now<br />
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[Dice Raw]<br />
Aiyyo Dice's flows, hit idiots like crossbows<br />
Knock em out the atlas, push em off the atlas<br />
I'm laugin, lookin down from off top the totem<br />
Hop off my pedastall, grab my scrotum<br />
Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't FUCKIN wit this shit <br />
(I told em) Aiyyo y'all ain't FUCKIN wit the Roots crew (I told em)<br />
The rap is a riot yeah 'cause my family bouncin<br />
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in<br />
The arena, the grass is greener on the other side<br />
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die<br />
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world<br />
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fuckin your girl<br />
I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash<br />
But still, a nigga got a lot of class<br />
Trick wit my pinky-finger up off the glass<br />
Keep talkin shit homeboy, that's your ass<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Malik B]<br />
It's just the simple part of the gam(e)<br />
I guess it's just the art of the scam<br />
Check for your soul 'cause it departed again<br />
M-ill-i-tant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet<br />
Move out till the bottom of my shoes out<br />
How many tracks do you bout?<br />
How many of these niggas you doubt?<br />
How many of these ladies makin you shout?<br />
You on a mission so listen to this<br />
Ask yourself what condition is this<br />
Sick in the ?wist?, I rap on a satellite disk<br />
You gotta like this, askin me about the way that I stroll<br />
About the way I enfold, in scrambling mode<br />
You're like that, don't bark cat, bite back<br />
What up Blood? Is things still the same in the hood?<br />
While I sit I gotta get dub, and wish I could plug<br />
They thoughts'll leave em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug<br />
In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug<br />
The shit I spit is hummin wit slugs, get soaked in the suds<br />
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Chorus 3x
