Roots

Roots - U.N.I.Verse At War lyrics

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[Intro: Common]<br />

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Yeah, U.N.I.Verse<br />

At war<br />

U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)<br />

At war motherfucker<br />

We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)<br />

Illadelph, you know how we get down<br />

You know the business (Illtown illanoid)<br />

Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)<br />

Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)<br />

Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)<br />

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[Chorus: 2X]<br />

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When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)<br />

And your verse at core, for what you thought before<br />

Steppin up into a zone you should never explore<br />

The next level or, level of the whole conceptor<br />

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[Verse One:]<br />

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Check it, rappers<br />

Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes<br />

Sounding like hoes<br />

Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples<br />

I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man<br />

Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel<br />

Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh<br />

War, going on between the West and the East<br />

Of the land, niggaz don't own a piece<br />

Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me<br />

My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie<br />

Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living<br />

Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion<br />

Sent my homey to the number two division<br />

Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver<br />

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin<br />

At a table with sophisticated bitches<br />

Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother<br />

Nor do I call every nigga my brother<br />

Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik<br />

So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep<br />

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[Verse Two:]<br />

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Yo, enter the last era<br />

Your scholarship into the world of politics<br />

And mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era<br />

I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer<br />

The Ace Ventura into the horror<br />

Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border<br />

I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura<br />

Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes<br />

And mortalize, my image hit the skies<br />

Deceive the devil in disguise<br />

My music I parenthesize<br />

Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise<br />

Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama<br />

Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer<br />

I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama<br />

The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma<br />

Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy<br />

Or history of the family, the fifth dynasty<br />

For humanity, to bear witness to this<br />

Del-val-syllable stylist<br />

You know the time kid<br />

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[Chorus 2X]<br />

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[Verse Three:]<br />

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Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet<br />

Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid<br />

Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic<br />

The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it<br />

Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static<br />

See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it<br />

The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic<br />

Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it<br />

The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary<br />

Exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated<br />

I Used to Love but now she violated<br />

Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated<br />

They outdated and incarcerated<br />

Loved and appreciated hated and very debated<br />

For every career created was eliminated<br />

And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related<br />

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[Verse Four: Common]<br />

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As the block is de-vine<br />

Niggaz swing on in a safari<br />

Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari<br />

Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see<br />

Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be<br />

Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening<br />

Business in places for you to cash your check<br />

My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad<br />

You can live in the burbs, and still get had<br />

The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake<br />

They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate<br />

For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate<br />

Call each other cuz cause of how we relate<br />

I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates<br />

Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate<br />

Harmonizing through beeper and reefer<br />

The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper<br />

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[Chorus 4X]

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