...welcome to The Roots, The Roots
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Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house
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and uhh, Malik B, is in the house
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We're groovin out, yes in the house
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*discordant talk*
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Just get on the mic with your master plan
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Verse One: Malik B
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I can make you dance, I can make you shout
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The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out
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Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect
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Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth
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Rap extrordinaire share me never ever
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See through because I be true, Malik's together
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Intox your cells till your brain vein swells
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Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel
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Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front
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I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch
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I always stand firm, under any term
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My actions never squirm cuz my tracks is perm
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I have a tendency to defend this MC
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My residency is simply in sensei
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I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot
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It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it
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My style is like a cat from a seventies flick
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Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick
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Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray
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When I talk this way, I do dismay
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See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle
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My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble
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The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed
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I sign off but I shall proceed
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Chorus:
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I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (4X)
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Verse Two: Black Thought
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Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly
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We could get fly that's the anthem of my
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crew not to glorify but it's sorta high
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Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why
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my man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate
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Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape
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To escape Metropolis is such a violent state
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I spill words over pages, styles over phrases
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from the world's different stages for crowds of different ages
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Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah
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Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over
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Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids
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Doin bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought
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I interface with bass when I communicate
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Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of
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rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm
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therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore
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I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore
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The Roots'll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed
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Chorus
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Rockin on the microphone I do this well (repeats)
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*crowd cheers*
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The Roots, The Roots!
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Proceed II
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The Roots |