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The Roots

U.N.I.Verse at War

  hip-hop  hip hop  rap  soul  alternative rap
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Intro: CommonYeah, U.N.I.Verseat warU.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)at war motherfuckerWe gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)Illadelph, you know how we get downYou know the business (Illtown illanoid)Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)Chorus: 2XWhen you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)And your verse at core, for what you thought beforeSteppin up into a zone you should never exploreThe next level or, level of the whole conceptorVerse One:Check it, rappersGet on the mic talk about cars and clothesSounding like hoesAin`t been exposed to the foes of most disciplesI`m from the state that is Ill, the rap son of manRotated down to Phil, to say what I feelGet it off my burnt chest, my word becomes fleshWar, going on between the West and the Eastof the land, niggaz don`t own a pieceGrease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to meMy lady friend sneaks my beer in the movieThrow your hands in the air, if you the true and livingBeware, the new world order, the devil`s new religionSent my homey to the number two divisionSellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuverBe that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it`s just sittinat a table with sophisticated bitchesNah that ain`t nothin I would call my motherNor do I call every nigga my brotherGotta have Black Thought, it`s sorta B like MalikSo don`t Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deepVerse Two:Yo, enter the last eraYour scholarship into the world of politicsand mascara, we operate within this artificial op-eraI bring hip-hop terror like the FuhrerThe Ace Ventura into the horrorLaboratory laborer, venture beyond the borderI`ll struc-ture a style destroy your whole auraPlus you`re a-drenalin`ll rise before your eyesand mortalize, my image hit the skiesDeceive the devil in disguiseMy music I parenthesizeRepresent the wise, do this be how we enterpriseKid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I`m thinkin fast like dramaDyin I wear your mind away like AlzheimerI pull a mic up out my bomber big up to BahamaThe A-O this year we leavin em in traumaThen after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacyor history of the family, the fifth dynastyFor humanity, to bear witness to thisDel-val-syllable stylistYou know the time kidChorus 2XVerse Three:Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tabletExpose how they was average and they thoughts not rapidHere comes the hot package, through your block like trafficThe rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast itShootin at the stars with emphatic rap staticSee the mirror shatter from thoughts, I`m bustin back at itThe Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automaticMic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have itThe turn of the century, the planet`s like a penitentiaryexaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicatedI Used to Love but now she violatedHip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentratedThey outdated and incarceratedLoved and appreciated hated and very debatedFor every career created was eliminatedAnd that`s the way the balance of yin and yang relatedVerse Four: CommonAs the block is de-vineNiggaz swing on in a safariWild niggaz, like I`m high on latariSome let the block block they mind if they could see what I seeGet out the city for a sec be at the places I beHey, I`ma be back on the deck, openingBusiness in places for you to cash your checkMy, neck of the woods ain`t all good ain`t all badYou can live in the burbs, and still get hadThe sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lakeThey tryin to move us out, the land we ain`t appreciateFor peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hateCall each other cuz cause of how we relateI see way too many Cadillacs with dope man platesThrough the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicateHarmonizing through beeper and reeferThe city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaperChorus 4X

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