The Roots - Roots And Aphillyation Unreleased lyrics

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(feat. Aphillyation)

Yo I trash you, smash you from the state's capital

All you see is flashing lights

A whole community ready to fight

One thousand MC's attack the mic

Nubians died and came back to life

Most of ya'll ant to a gaint, so try me

Don't you see the danger signs?

Niggas I've dared slimy

I give the chant and the youth fam a rain dance around me

I make it storm and thunder

When you from amongst us

Dig your boots, roll up the ? on your tomb

Going with shrooms, rhymes starin at the moon

I set the sun in early afternoons

Send out signals to get you back in tune

All light weight niggas will get vacuumed

[Black Thought]

I hit this mid-life crisis ten years before thirty

And stay in time, fuck fair ones, we fight dirty

We rally in the shadows of night and strike early

While your sight blurry, the blind fury

Fifth cal-vary

We to the rescue

Then rhyme battle like them crime battles depress too

Bullets in the wall of your chest too

And plus whoever you standin next to

The ambu-lance will come and collect you

I ripped you with the dart

Sect' true with the art

It's deeper than your classical Mozart

Your pop or R&B charts

Can never see Thought flows, is on some Philly shit

Murder one penmanship, the uninnocent

Cul-prit, MC's is insulted

And my affiliates/Aphillyates is high voltage

[Malik B]

I walk through the smog with the fog light on in the morning

No ? without warning, I'm brain storming

Sketch the blueprint, lookin through tinted to mutant

Cause disorderly nusiance with pollutants

Advance on your stance, incite a cobra in October

Combine minds will take you over even when it's cold out

Whatever you say don't matter, disrespect and get splattered

The fact that you sunnin lotta niggas got me flattered

When they heard it was me, they all scattered

Notts Family love practice, we cock back for satisfaction

Pull on wear and bulletproofs is the fashion

On stings, we stackin

And fifty raid the crib, we stil clappin

We tear the club up from state to state

Bouncin back to the bullet state, holdin the eight

Like Onyx, we Shut Em Down

Wack crews, we lay em down

We all organizing, while you idolizing

And when the guns bust, it's the bullets that you can't trust

Kiss the barrel on your knees before I ripped you up

Aphillyation and The Roots, c'mon give it up

Wit these lyrics that'll hit you from your nuts up

Quest the barber, last illest rhyme author

If I can't catch you, best believe my ill squad'll off ya

Wit the sparker, seven shot departure

Five of those caught ya

Sneak attack competition I taught ya

Any conflict I come equipped

Swift with the riot spit

Makin cats backflip from my vocals in this rap shit

Where fake rappers get capped shit

Found in the dumpster with they cap's split

Double check, you shoulda packed it

Empty clips ain't never clapped shit

Retaliation, you lacked it

Now your back's against the wall, plastered

Ditto, this is that shit that got six fillin our vest

?? fillin our chest, cuz when hell's lit, we the best

You ever heard in this shit, we spit degrees

That'll freeze, melt, and bring life to the shit

Yo like atoms we split, eye to eye we sit

Declare war within, defeatin war with men

Now who can beat us

When you was watered

Our mens tore it down, start settin up shop

It's building blocks, now the cops can't stop what we got

It's too HOT

Locals hassle niggas till they drop

Get caught up in spots and what not

But we dead not

Can't hit us with beams or glocks

I'm afraid not cuz all the above said and said not