Roots - Ya'all Know Who lyrics
rate meI'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial<br />
I'm better but some don't believe though<br />
But I'm a proven hot<br />
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew<br />
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Here we go Ock, watch my material knock<br />
Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box<br />
Down low covert ops feel or not<br />
Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot<br />
My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist<br />
Laid back how it come off it seems effortless<br />
I mac Nicholas, like a me St.<br />
Flow excellent, my movement the next testament<br />
Rhinoceros in the raps of far we<br />
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party<br />
I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be<br />
Back to do it to death til ya tired of me<br />
Now who the number one best<br />
The never pop nuthin sound like the rest<br />
C'mon you know I am em<br />
Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,<br />
Green trees and white linen<br />
The black thought was a monster from the beginnin<br />
Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin<br />
It's my time and it's long overdo<br />
Now who's comin through y'all know who<br />
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[Mix] x3<br />
Ya'All know the legendary roots crew<br />
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Word up Black Th-idought, code name ??<br />
Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks<br />
From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink<br />
Picklehead cats is join, they don't think<br />
Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money<br />
Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink<br />
Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting<br />
Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing<br />
Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish<br />
Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it<br />
It manifests a style thou shall not covet<br />
And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it <br />
Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh<br />
My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov<br />
You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss<br />
And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss<br />
It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw<br />
Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw<br />
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture<br />
For real, For real<br />
Who comin' to get y'all<br />
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Mix<br />
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Step into the spot the venue is empty<br />
5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy<br />
Packed up to the maximum occupancy<br />
Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy<br />
Break down the barriers don't try to fence me<br />
Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me<br />
Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an'<br />
24 out the 18 straight leapin<br />
Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin<br />
Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin<br />
Bang this in the hoods<br />
Like stolen goods, keep reachin<br />
New soundwave street sweepin<br />
I walk upon water like Run D 'em<br />
Cash Money maintainin' the cut<br />
It's our time and it's long overdue<br />
Who comin' through y'all know who<br />
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Mix 'til fade
