Shanky Don Intro:
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Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The
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Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life
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instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now.
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Black Thought:
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Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize
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They get props from they local guys and try to raise
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Speaching through the mic like "Yo I apologize"
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They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com-
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Plectual sexual side of the rhyme
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When I make love to the mic the crowd respond
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Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club
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So throw your hands up in the air show your love
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We waste not the bangingest beats but make use
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The Roots get you open like parachutes
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Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic?
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Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute
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It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent fine lye
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Delphia empire fifth dynasty
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Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate
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While the fake spectate
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I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin'
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And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent
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But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney
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You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon
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Examinin the compact disc to start rammin'
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To put the diagram in effect and get fly
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On immature MC's who try
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Wake 'em up outta they High School High
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Shakny Don:
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Yo bumbading bumdadabedang
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The Roots crew boy we mash things again
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Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again
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Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island
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Bumbading ripadededang look ? I mash up the scene
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Malik B (M-illa-tant):
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I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed
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Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze
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Insight skin type annalitic cause I live it
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My ? brow pivot over your style like "give it"
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The lyricism I'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion
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Brutalize your section stalk your whole region
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When you blink it's hell then you drink Sifendale
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You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells
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We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches
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Look first comes the money the power then the (?)
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They all will bring you down but I Milliant the sound
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With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town
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Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons
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I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones
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You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it
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Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it
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Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil
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I stay sedated worth a Zantac that's a pill
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It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit
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Stress relates to those who walk around protected
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Shanky Don:
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Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
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The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene
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Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again
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Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
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The Roots crew man them come back again
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Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the islang
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Dice Raw:
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Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outroduction
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Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction
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No frontin' finger on the button of destruction
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Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and
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Step inside the illafifth dungeon
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Where it smells of pungent
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The underwater the brotherly lovin'
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Where crabs get knocked out respect from
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Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em
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The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin'
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Interupting my class when my class is in session
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Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson
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What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin'
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Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen
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It feels good that's when you know it's a sin
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Everytime I rhyme I might get charged for murder
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Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger
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Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves
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Like Kolby and Big Kev on fridays
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Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ?
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Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota
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Shanky Don:
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Bumbad |