The Roots - Don'T Say Nuthin' lyrics

rate me

Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious

Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge

Until your body sound clash

Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude

Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy

Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping

Keep em playing they position

Keep making the people listen what I spin

Put em out on a limb

Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen

Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend

We never listen to them

It's like trying to take a piss in the wind

My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em

They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em

Now who the type built to last?

It's no question, the Master!

Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound

Hitting you hard from - every direction

Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!

Yeah.....

Give it here, and don't say nuthin

Just give it here, and don't say nuthin

.....Cut the check

Give it here, and don't say nuthin

Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin

Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers

Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards

You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk

Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress

Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas

Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless

Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times

Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list

Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe

Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve

Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D

Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe

C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax

Most times they be sticking you without the gats

I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse

And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga

Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band

On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand

When a brother transform, from aynonomous man

To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin

I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang

Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain

Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure

You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected

Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle

Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil

Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled

Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial

We finna have the whole industry at a stand still

See me put the system on lock like can pill

So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements

Cause my click come a full sizeable portions