The Roots

Distortion to Static

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[Verse One: Black Thought]Yo, I`m every MC, it`s all in meThat`s the way it is, when ya gotta beIndeed as I distort I proceed, indeedGettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the RamadaFor tanks in your memory banks to fill upI provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibeMost can play high post, but yo that don`t mean shitBecause my click`ll make a motherfucker sickI flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix(It`s Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fixRhythmatically, you got ta be, static-yMagiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beerWith air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dicethen shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kineticVagabond, versatile and various, plus rap stylesof mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I`m fine and fiveFoot seven, inches in heightMy mission to strike mics and lighten your tightsFrightening, like lightningFlourescent, incandescent, evervescentlyI represent, Foreign Objects and Ill ElementsVery relevant, plus intelligently managin matterthat`s makin tracks fatter, revolve aroundSaturn like rings and brings swings, when I sings with bassThen distort up in your face like maceBustin your dreams like gats with loaded magazinesI`m on the rap scene, repellin fellas like a vaccineAs I, rocks from under blunderin I`m not, lyricallyYa get, shot, get caught so distort with Thought, for realIt`s the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-flyMoney makin move fakin I isn`tNiggaz can nah front, I`m poetically exquisiteWicked, with the visit while you`re wonderin what is itDig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night(Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)Like that y`all, and yo I`m flowin, my part of the songIt`s goin, it`s goin, it`s gone[Verse Two: Malik B]Now, go get your dictionary and your PictionaryCause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carriesWords and herds like some cattle in the steeplePeople, there`s no equal, or no sequelSo policies, of equalities, get abolishedDemolished, distortion of the static`s gettin polishedUrges of splurge and words will just be mergedTogether, damn it`s quite clever, howeverYou never, can sound alike, lyrics don`t be poundin likeThese, troops, who be`s, RootsInsult ya, mellow by culture, rhythmatic vultureApproach ya, with Magnetic shit that`s UltraI make MC`s dangle like a bangleStrangle from every angle, my lingo jinglesand it jangles under KangolsNahh them niggaz don`t want to tangleCause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mangoTo be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasureMeasure, in any weather, value more than the treasureBaby, you`re sayin maybe, then comin to flexNow you wonder what`s next... {*laughter*}

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