Текст песни The Roots f Raphael Saadiq - What They Do
The Roots f Raphael Saadiq - What They Do слова песни
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...[Verse One]Yo, yoLost generation, fast paced nationWorld population confront they frustrationThe principles of true hip-hop have been forsakenIt`s all contractual and about money makinPretend-to-be cats don`t seem to know they limitationExact replication and false representationYou wanna be a man, then stand your ownTo MC requires skills, I demand some shownI let the frauds keep frontinAnd roam like a celluar phone far from homeGivin crowds what they wantinOffical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpinKeepin ya party jumpin with an original somethinYo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-alNo imagination, excuse for perpetrationMy man came over and said, "Yo we thought we heard you"Joke`s on you; you heard a bitin-ass crew but um..[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...[Verse Two]Thin is the line that run between love and hatredThe game is ill-natured, it`s nothing sacredAiyyo, it`s funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make itA few`ll blow up, or go as far as they can take itMy nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party liveI`m Black Thought, used to rap for sportNow the rhymes sayin rent payin life supportI take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustryIt`s various crews that try to touch meBut I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly Around the world crowds love me, from doin toursRecepient of applause from all of you and yoursCreator of original sounds to send to storesyou take home, to absorb and sweat it out your poresNow who can stop the music runnin through these veinsInfinitely go against the grain, that`s why my motto`s to..[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...[Verse Three]Livin the life of limos and lightsAirplanes and trains, short days and long nightsKeyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicksAnd my mental thick to hit my head like brickAs I embark on a mission welcomin to the darkWhen I first spark the arts, when the listenin startOpen your head wide, and let the Thought insideMy style fortified by all of Philadel-phiI`ve dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thyMentality undetectable by the naked eyeThen I get paid when the record is playedTo put it short "I want it made" like Ed, nuff saidThen after that, I`m puttin on my cousin HamedWe let the ladies blend with the darkskin thoroughbredand discover, my level is that of no otherAnd Roots crew reign offical and true while I`m continuin to..[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...