Stay Cool The Roots (Ft. Martin Luther McCoy)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise!
Rude bwoys, keep that thang at your side
Be alright, muh'fuckers! Philly, we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool, for real
She be pushin' Pop' vessel, and his shoe's is ill
But her hand keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when it's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit-list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get this, fools

[Hook]
Check it out (Stay cool)
Stay cool, daddy (Stay cool)
Stay cool, mama (Hey, hey)
C'mon, check, yeah!
(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
There it is (Yeah, hah-hah, stay coooool)