The Roots - Concerto Of The Desperado lyrics

rate me

The concerto, of the desperado

R-double-O-T-S check the flow

If you know like I know then you know the motto

That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro

My poetry is set like a U.F.O.

The maestro, the lyricist concerto

My physical play the role of a vessel

The level of my lyrics law manifesto

My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts

of a gorilla stronger than Samson

Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just

stimulate you like the best sensimilla

The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed

hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe-

-reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper

Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper

Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister

Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter

you lose your balance when the sound hits ya

So check for the, Fifth Militia

A poet's under pressure stressin that you get the picture

Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister

I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher

And take advantage of ya because you amateur

Styles gunning down your sound man and manager

What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six

With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit

Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron

It's time to go to war, Respond/React

The implorer, the universe explorer

Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah

Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora

With styles that's newer than the world order

Approximately three quarters of y'all are water

I straight deport ya

Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture

The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image

Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage

It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant

that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant

You fold like Japan's futons and fans

While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian

I crush a mountain into grands of sand

Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand

The desperado, that refuse to follow

The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato

I deep like the dark of the night

Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic

They use the simple back and forth the same

old rhythm that's plain

I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain

It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist

inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us

As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron

It's time to go to war, Respond/React