Текст песни The Roots - The Wood Soundtrack
The Roots - The Wood Soundtrack слова песни
I`m the ultimate, the rhyme imperialI`m better but some don`t believe thoughBut I`m a proven hotY`all know the legendary Roots crewHere we go Ock, watch my material knockY`all Tonka toys straight out the cereal boxDown low covert ops feel or notThrow your mitts up we `bout to thicken the plotMy name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialistLaid back how it come off it seems effortlessI mac Nicholas, like a me St.Flow excellent, my movement the next testamentRhinoceros in the raps of far weY`all weaklings get slapped at the partyI`m the MC that MC`s aspire to beBack to do it to death til ya tired of meNow who the number one bestThe never pop nuthin sound like the restC`mon you know I am emRaw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,green trees and white linenThe black thought was a monster from the beginninWreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinninIt`s my time and it`s long overdoNow who`s comin through y`all know who[Mix] x3Ya`All know the legendary roots crewWord up Black Th-idought, code name ??Fake MC`s get stuck with pitchforksFrom rollerbladin` on thin ice like it`s a rinkPicklehead cats is join, they don`t thinkYa not sleepin that a long ass blink moneyYa little chicken thick but her breath stinkNuthin y`all spittin is interestingYa`all not Black Thought, nor the next best thingPlug bullshit start a kid thuggishGo ahead get ya thing off son, I just love itIt manifests a style thou shall not covetAnd none of y`all rappers want no parts of it Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-doshMy nine speak soft my thoughts is MolotovYou cut like that then fuck it we all can tossAnd who gonna shine when all y`all take a lossIt`s the boar, it`s similar tan as Dice RawIts big spawn kids cohap the quick drawWe heavyweight blowin` `em out the pictureFor real, For realWho comin` to get y`allMixStep into the spot the venue is empty5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzyPacked up to the maximum occupancyGive me the mic I got a Jones like QuincyBreak down the barriers don`t try to fence meLet the ladies in the front get pressed against mePeepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an`24 out the 18 straight leapinDuck season, Thought bust the heat seakinMission make y`all feel this and keep leakinBang this in the hoodsLike stolen goods, keep reachinNew soundwave street sweepinI walk upon water like Run D `emCash Money maintainin` the cutIt`s our time and it`s long overdueWho comin` through y`all know whoMix `til fade