| Ladies and gentlemen
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| The sounds that you’re about to hear
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| Can be devastating, to your ear
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| The sounds that you’re about to hear
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| Can be devastating, to your ear
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| World premiere, world premiere
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| World premiere, world premiere
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| World premiere
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| One two
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| Yes, y’all got the legendary Roots crew in the house
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| We coolin' out, relaxin'
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| My partner M-Ilitila is in the battlefield in action
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| We in effect mode right now for all of y’all
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| We even brought my young boy Dice Raw
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| We gon' set it off right about…
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| Yo, y’all feelin' this? |
| Come on, uh, uh, uh…
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| La Di Da Di, who likes to party?
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| Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I’m cool as a ice brick
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| With soul, like afro picks, with the black fist
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| Leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist
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| It’s the cause of that «Oh…»
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| Yo, the skits I kick flow
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| Like catfish, and got wide emcees on the blacklist
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| I’m sharp as a cactus, and quick to bust gymnastic tactics
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| The Roots is really true to this rap shit
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| Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
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| Back to the Soul Shack for all the rap colonies
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| Max, what, Illa Fifth is abstract
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| Make Shadrach Abednego like Meshach
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| Black Thought, the nappy cat, a bookworm with soul
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| Soul as cool as Malcolm Little with a conk and a perm
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| Burn the herb sticks like wicks, flip it when I slaps the hand
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| Of my mellow my man, Malik B
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| Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
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| The professional, best in those skills that kills so…
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| WHOA, slow down before you go down
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| Sissy, this is Agatha Christie, you’re slain and know now
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| Next contender, Malik’s the axe offender
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| Critique me so uniquely with mystique that’s more deeper than the
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| Microphones I grip, psych with poems so’s I slits
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| Throats, put him in a quote, when he croaks
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| You isn’t it or is it my mellow Jack
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| Son, I get wreck with a TEC, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
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| I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny norm…
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| (And, what, what, what) on the norm
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| Captured, was all the wack shit y’all niggas manufactured
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| Yo, you could even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
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| I figured, perhaps, yo, to say this plain
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| For my mellow my man
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| The way we do it like this
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| That, for my mellow my man
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| Bring it back for my mellow
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| No, no no, do it like that
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| This, for my mellow my man
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| Like this, y’all, yo
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| N-n-n-no, we do it like this and a
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| For my mellow my man
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| Like that for my, ayo
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| No, do it like that, y’all
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| For my mellow, yo
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| It’s like that, uh
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| Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
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| And Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
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| Matter fact, turn that heat down…
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| We 'bout to, we finna get funky, a’ight
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| If you are a lover of music, throw one hand up in the air for me right about now
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| You nam’sayin'? |
| Because if you love music, yeah, you love the good shit
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| You definitely fuckin' with this, you nam’sayin'?
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| You got to deal with this, and if you know the time, you on the tip
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| Because The Roots Crew’ll rock the house
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| 'Cause we doin' it for you, and we the ultimate, check it out
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| You want some good shit, fuck with this, here we go
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| You know the time, you’re on the tip, uh
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| The Roots crew will rock the house
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| It’s just for you, we turn shit out
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| Yo, you want some good shit, fuck with this
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| And if you know the time, you’re on the tip
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| Because The Roots crew will rock the house
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| It’s just for you, we turn shit out
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| Lay back, you want some good shit, fuck with this
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| You know the time, you’re on the tip, yo
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| The Roots crew will rock the house
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| It’s just for you, we turn shit out
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| Yo, you love music, fuck with this
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| You know the time, you’re on the tip
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| The Roots crew will rock the house, what
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| Yo, we be the ultimate, and it’s just for you
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| It’s really for you, the shit that we do, is really for you
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| We rock the house, we turn shit out
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| It’s just for you, for you and you
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| Yo… *whispering and scatting* |