Work The Roots (Ft. Leela James)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Spectate. Cost a buck o'five, the net weight
The kid drummer, this will cave in your chestplate
It ain't just lines and hooks and fresh bait
Yo the bait hook lines for you all to congregate
Waiting to taste Philly's own fully grown
Rock stone trooper son to the bone the bone
You all done stumbled upon the computer code
Too raw for you to hold, too much to download
It's funny how the murder shit can sound beautiful
Pure trooper soul serious bait
We on some more talk for the hustle and beats to get sold
Move like a body got a mind of its own
Yo, I bang like them sheist niggas out in the cold
That will snatch niggas up right outside of their home
Yet still it's all a quality song, [?]
[?], yo everybody get zoned
Because it just ain't real without Roots crew in it
To black people getting money keep doing it
And to whoever will front you know what you can get
Uh get the fuck out of here with that stupid shit

[Hook: Leela James]
As time goes on, one thing is true
Soul is a treasure, it becomes a part of you
It controls your mind, both you and I
And it feels right, you want action
You're attracted to the big things