Letra de Quills, The Roots



[Chorus] 
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) 
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) 
(Give it everything you got yo) 
(Once again it's time, it's time) 
It's time to ride, ride.... 

[Verse One: Black Thought] 
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement 
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages 
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers 
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber 
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta 
Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement 
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger 
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents 
We muscle the language 
What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement 
I'm hot brolic call it contagious 
The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes 
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish 
Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages 
Is something in the iris and the way I spit 
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit 
Black traumatic, so there you have it 
My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic 
Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package 
Experience is all that is, I'm well established 
Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage 
The technique in your reach, if only you could have it 
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro 
Poet for hired pack metal 
You feel me? 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Two: Black Thought] 
Yo, the load heavy 
We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady 
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures 
Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine 
Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen 
The story in the ghetto the same 
Seem like it's just some things that never will change 
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name 
Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang 
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak 
The understandable diabolique, animal style 
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this 
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious 
Inject you with the broke down english 
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is 
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish 
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three: Black Thought] 
Yo, the rebel Jake Rivera 
You felt another date, you better 
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar 
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta 
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter 
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens 
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning 
The flash and the cash and the fast women 
It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and 
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins 
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen 
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again 
Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been 
Thought known as the cure for cancer 
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther 
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff 
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall 
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb 
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon 
Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all 
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python 
You know what I'm saying? 

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin... 

[Chorus]

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