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Some information about What They Do Lyrics Title: The Roots - What They Do lyrics Artist: The Roots Album: Illadelph Halflife Visitors: 6 visitors have visited What They Do Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. featuring Common Intro: Common YeahU.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) at war motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) Illadelphyou know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessahhahyeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bombcheck it) Chorus: 2X When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) And your verse at corefor what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level orlevel of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check itrappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain t been exposed to the foes of most disciples I m from the state that is Illthe rap son of man Rotated down to Philto say what I feel Get it off my burnt chestmy word becomes flesh Wargoing on between the West and the East of the landniggaz don t own a piece Grease is the wordMurray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the airif you the true and living Bewarethe new world orderthe devil s new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg moviesgot my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I choosesdrinkin tropical it s just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain t nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thoughtit s sorta B like Malik So don t Question a Brotherto the Roots I get deep Verse Two: Yoenter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascarawe operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborerventure beyond the border I ll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you re a-drenalin ll rise before your eyes and mortalizemy image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wisedo this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeahyeah) I m thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after meI plan to leave behindthe legacy or history of the familythe fifth dynasty For humanityto bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid Chorus 2X Verse Three: Yothe general flowskids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot packagethrough your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static See the mirror shatter from thoughtsI m bustin back at it The Lieuten-antthe ele-phantsippin automatic Micrippin asiaticarchitects out to have it The turn of the centurythe planet s like a penitentiary exaggeratedniggaz is livin highly medicated I Used to Love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and campsold champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And that s the way the balance of yin and yang related Verse Four: Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggazlike I m high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be HeyI ma be back on the deckopening Business in places for you to cash your check Myneck of the woods ain t all good ain t all bad You can live in the burbsand still get had The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake They tryin to move us outthe land we ain t appreciate For peace we skatecrackers we roll or player hate Call each other cuz cause of how we relate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-upsis how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleepertalk is getting cheaper Chorus 4X Hottest songs from The Roots : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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