Roots - The Lesson Part 3 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, cuz 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 cuz 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 cuz 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
