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Wednesday, 28 June 2017
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The Roots - Songtexte


The Wood Soundtrack - Album




Ya'all Know Who


 







I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial


I'm better but some don't believe though


But I'm a proven hot


Y'all know the legendary Roots crew





Here we go Ock, watch my material knock


Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box


Down low covert ops feel or not


Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot


My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist


Laid back how it come off it seems effortless


I mac Nicholas, like a me St.


Flow excellent, my movement the next testament


Rhinoceros in the raps of far we


Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party


I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be


Back to do it to death til ya tired of me


Now who the number one best


The never pop nuthin sound like the rest


C'mon you know I am em


Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,


green trees and white linen


The black thought was a monster from the beginnin


Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin


It's my time and it's long overdo


Now who's comin through y'all know who





[Mix] x3


Ya'All know the legendary roots crew





Word up Black Th-idought, code name ??


Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks


From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink


Picklehead cats is join, they don't think


Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money


Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink


Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting


Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing


Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish


Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it


It manifests a style thou shall not covet


And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it


Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh


My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov


You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss


And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss


It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw


Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw


We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture


For real, For real


Who comin' to get y'all





Mix





Step into the spot the venue is empty


5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy


Packed up to the maximum occupancy


Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy


Break down the barriers don't try to fence me


Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me


Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an'


24 out the 18 straight leapin


Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin


Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin


Bang this in the hoods


Like stolen goods, keep reachin


New soundwave street sweepin


I walk upon water like Run D 'em


Cash Money maintainin' the cut


It's our time and it's long overdue


Who comin' through y'all know who





Mix 'til fade










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