Swept Away The Roots
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[Hook]
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
[Verse 1: Malik B]
The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays
Foes and rivals who wanna come this way
They better pay attention or a penchant
Not to mention suspension
From the microphone, plus detention
Trey-eight-o's will vacate those
If there's drama with my henchmen
Salaam to my man Mussolini
Go get your whole staff, those decaf
'Cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me
The lyrics make your head knock
Malik B and Black Thought, the dreadlock
Mannn, trannns-gression, you'll catch lead
I crushin', poundin' on the drums like King Kong
We can ring your bellll, ding-dong
I styles with my vocabulary
The Roots, the one you call your ultra adversary
Now, you're all desert 'cause I'mma serve ya like a tray
To meet your doom, Malik's the broom, so you get swept awayyyy
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
MC's who slept for days, must be swept away
[Verse 1: Malik B]
The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays
Foes and rivals who wanna come this way
They better pay attention or a penchant
Not to mention suspension
From the microphone, plus detention
Trey-eight-o's will vacate those
If there's drama with my henchmen
Salaam to my man Mussolini
Go get your whole staff, those decaf
'Cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me
The lyrics make your head knock
Malik B and Black Thought, the dreadlock
Mannn, trannns-gression, you'll catch lead
I crushin', poundin' on the drums like King Kong
We can ring your bellll, ding-dong
I styles with my vocabulary
The Roots, the one you call your ultra adversary
Now, you're all desert 'cause I'mma serve ya like a tray
To meet your doom, Malik's the broom, so you get swept awayyyy
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