[Black Thought]
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Ayo I'm just a lyracist, marijuana commenced
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My personna is blissed, the most pure connoisseur
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Of literature, that beast on the mic, like a dinosaur
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Making y'all want more as we enter the encore
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Kid I'm every MC, it's all in me
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For all eternity I represent in southern Philly
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Indeed as I thought I proceed and make MC's bleed
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Fake MC's need to take heed
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The essence of my presence is a seed
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Kid I got styles you wouldn't believe
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?Impress my rap league?
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The Roots poetic and you're pathetic
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I'm laughing at MC's paragraph, illiterates can't read
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Or can't seem to conceive, or construct a product
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That don't suck, but record companies do not give a FUCK
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That's why forever after you will hear the laughter
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As I flip the rap chapter you'll be on your back after
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It's the master microphone magician
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Do work that make the people listen
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Thoughts in mind glisten as your rhyme's missing
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Hold tight, let's do this right
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Cause I can see we got a lot of MC's that need insight tonight
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It's like...
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"Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me" *vocally scratched by Rahzel*
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[Malik B]
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Now if your vision's still blurry, I'm a underline the turns
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Flip the page, synonyms, your minimum, wage
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So I's a cash it, Black Thought, my squad so niggas blast it
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In sections, no questions get asked
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Still no sequel, equality means equal
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Cause equality is we
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I enter your dimension with my tension
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Cause I rhyme in such a non-tense, niggas will mind this
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Illadelphiatic, my culture might approach ya when I distort to static
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If it's drama let's have it
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Broke, you're selling coke, then you know my staff will grab it
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Then drive off in traffic, with the paper mathematic
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But back to the topic, The Roots dropping shit upon your optic
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Quite clever, like the right weather
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Every (every) body (body) it's not like the Hills of Beverly
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These creeps you niggas never see
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Get the picture? Here's a mixture of a medly
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Peace to the players on Smedely
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Baby, they say weak threats and you wonder what's next
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"Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me" *vocally manipulated by Rahzel*
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[Dice Raw]
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One time, for the mind when I exact
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The lyrical styles of a contact like karate
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I'm driving down the streets in a Mazeratti pimping your hottie
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I'm living snotty, buying the clothes of John Gotti
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An ill brother, want to test me kid? I'm an ill nigga
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Wear only Tommy Illfiger, so go figure
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I'm a bad brother, word to mother
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You can never touch me with lyrics that's sloppy
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I'm like a prophet and you can't stop me
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I prohecy my prophecil is prophecized by D.Z.
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I see he, R-A-W, who the fuck are you?
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Any other way I roast your ass at a barbeque
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Split Skittles, my dick on you will get split from your toes to
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Your wig, aww shit, here comes Dice Raw
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The kid who never took a bad fall
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On "The Lesson," rapping is my profession
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You can never censor me out with parental discretion
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Lyrically I get toxic with rappers
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My nuclear weapon a missle, keep it over my back
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In a holster, pimping the wack MC's like hoes to
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I'm broke like your mom's toaster
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You can't fade me or degrade me, lyrically I get excellent, B
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You want to reach my planet where I'm hard like granite?
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Packing motherfuckers up, and freaky like Janet
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You could never touch me, son
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When I always represent and get the job done
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Logan Valley represent, peace to my niggas M.A.R.S.
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I'm hitting you over your head making you see stars
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So back up, don't make me act up, you'll get smacked up
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Physically backed up and sold to grey bands in Southville
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Well I mean Northville
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I get ill, and I kill at WILL!
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"Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me" *Rahzel does his thing*
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"Dice riggedy Raw!" *scratched by the one and only Rahzel*
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Distortion to Static (Freestyle Mix)
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The Roots |