[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
The sounds that you're about to hear
Can be devastating, to your ear
Ladies and gentlemen
The sounds that you're about to hear
Can be devastating, to your ear
World premiere, world premiere
World premiere, world premiere
World premiere
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
One two
Yes, y'all got the legendary Roots crew in the house
We coolin' out, relaxin'
My partner M-Ilitila is in the battlefield in action
We in effect mode right now for all of y'all
We even brought my young boy Dice Raw
We gon' set it off right about...
Yo, y'all feelin' this? Come on, uh, uh, uh...
La Di Da Di, who likes to party?
Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cool as a ice brick
With soul, like afro picks, with the black fist
Leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist
It's the cause of that "Oh..."
Yo, the skits I kick flow
Like catfish, and got wide emcees on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus, and quick to bust gymnastic tactics
The Roots is really true to this rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack for all the rap colonies
Max, what, Illa Fifth is abstract
Make Shadrach Abednego like Meshach
Black Thought, the nappy cat, a bookworm with soul
Soul as cool as Malcolm Little with a conk and a perm
Burn the herb sticks like wicks, flip it when I slaps the hand
Of my mellow my man, Malik B
Ladies and gentlemen
The sounds that you're about to hear
Can be devastating, to your ear
Ladies and gentlemen
The sounds that you're about to hear
Can be devastating, to your ear
World premiere, world premiere
World premiere, world premiere
World premiere
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
One two
Yes, y'all got the legendary Roots crew in the house
We coolin' out, relaxin'
My partner M-Ilitila is in the battlefield in action
We in effect mode right now for all of y'all
We even brought my young boy Dice Raw
We gon' set it off right about...
Yo, y'all feelin' this? Come on, uh, uh, uh...
La Di Da Di, who likes to party?
Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cool as a ice brick
With soul, like afro picks, with the black fist
Leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist
It's the cause of that "Oh..."
Yo, the skits I kick flow
Like catfish, and got wide emcees on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus, and quick to bust gymnastic tactics
The Roots is really true to this rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack for all the rap colonies
Max, what, Illa Fifth is abstract
Make Shadrach Abednego like Meshach
Black Thought, the nappy cat, a bookworm with soul
Soul as cool as Malcolm Little with a conk and a perm
Burn the herb sticks like wicks, flip it when I slaps the hand
Of my mellow my man, Malik B
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