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