The Roots - Quills lyrics

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Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)

Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)

(Give it everything you got yo)

(Once again it's time, it's time)

It's time to ride, ride....

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement

I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages

Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers

Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta

Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement

Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger

I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language

What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement

I'm hot brolic call it contagious

The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish

Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages

Is something in the iris and the way I spit

That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit

Black traumatic, so there you have it

My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic

Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package

Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage

The technique in your reach, if only you could have it

For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro

Poet for hired pack metal

You feel me?

Yo, the load heavy

We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady

Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures

Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine

Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen

The story in the ghetto the same

Seem like it's just some things that never will change

Give birth to a style and won't give it a name

Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang

Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak

The understandable diabolique, animal style

Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious

Inject you with the broke down english

The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is

Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga

Yo, the rebel Jake Rivera

You felt another date, you better

Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar

I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter

Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens

Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning

The flash and the cash and the fast women

It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and

Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins

Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen

MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again

Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been

Thought known as the cure for cancer

Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther

Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff

Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall

Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb

Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon

Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all

Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python

You know what I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...