Roots - What They Do lyrics
rate me[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
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[Verse One]<br />
Yo, yo<br />
Lost generation, fast paced nation<br />
World population confront they frustration<br />
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken<br />
It's all contractual and about money makin<br />
Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation<br />
Exact replication and false representation<br />
You wanna be a man, then stand your own<br />
To MC requires skills, I demand some shown<br />
I let the frauds keep frontin<br />
And roam like a celluar phone far from home<br />
Givin crowds what they wantin<br />
Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin<br />
Keepin ya party jumpin with an original somethin<br />
Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al<br />
No imagination, excuse for perpetration<br />
My man came over and said, "Yo we thought we heard you"<br />
Joke's on you; you heard a bitin-ass crew but um..<br />
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[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
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[Verse Two]<br />
Thin is the line that run between love and hatred<br />
The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred<br />
Aiyyo, it's funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it<br />
A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it<br />
My nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party live<br />
I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport<br />
Now the rhymes sayin rent payin life support<br />
I take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustry<br />
It's various crews that try to touch me<br />
But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly <br />
Around the world crowds love me, from doin tours<br />
Recepient of applause from all of you and yours<br />
Creator of original sounds to send to stores<br />
You take home, to absorb and sweat it out your pores<br />
Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins<br />
Infinitely go against the grain, that's why my motto's to..<br />
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[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
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[Verse Three]<br />
Livin the life of limos and lights<br />
Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights<br />
Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks<br />
And my mental thick to hit my head like brick<br />
As I embark on a mission welcomin to the dark<br />
When I first spark the arts, when the listenin start<br />
Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside<br />
My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi<br />
I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy<br />
Mentality undetectable by the naked eye<br />
Then I get paid when the record is played<br />
To put it short "I want it made" like Ed, nuff said<br />
Then after that, I'm puttin on my cousin Hamed<br />
We let the ladies blend with the darkskin thoroughbred<br />
And discover, my level is that of no other<br />
And Roots crew reign offical and true while I'm continuin to..<br />
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[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...<br />
Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...
