Concerto of The Desperado The Roots

[Hook: Black Thought]
The Concerto of The Desperado
R-double-O-T-S, check the flow
If you know like I know, then you know the motto
That's all the fraud shit gots to go

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, in the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set like a U.F.O
The maestro, the lyricist concerto
My physical play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
Of a gorilla stronger than Samson without Delilah
My soliloquy profess my ability to just
Stimulate you like the best sensimilla
The Halflife of Illadel' LP, no filler, proceed
Hitherin' is my death, I will blow your tower to smithe-
-reens, the fiends catch another rhyme river
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox hip-hop minister
Than a Serengeti cheetah, my thought's swifter
You lose your balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the Fifth Militia
A poet's under pressure, stressin' that you get the picture (Click!)
Even if it mean you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya crew ‘cause you're amateur
Styles gunnin' down your sound-man and manager
What! This how we do it in the year of '96
With this deliberate attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin' MC's down to fraction, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, Respond/React once more