The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! Album Lyrics

And you are all, you are all
About to witness
Some organic hip hop jazz
One hundred percent groove
And you don't stop, it's from The Roots
Philadelphia based rap group
Now, check check, I'ma start it like this
Yo, dig it!

Yo, something's going on (on)
There's something going on (on)
Yo, something's going on (yeah, queue me up)
There's something going on (yo, something's going on) (something's going on)
There's something going on (yo, something's going on) (something's going on)
Yo, something's going on (there's something going on) (something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (yeah yeah, something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (because there's something going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (yeah, something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (yeah, something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (y'all know when something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (because there's something going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (she know when something's going on)
There's something going on (there's something going on) (yeah, something's going on)

Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth decay
I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the mecca lesson south section
Used to cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass
Back in eighty-seven
Easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy
Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella
Walking down the streets to the subway where i lay
Til the train stop then a nigga hop
Used to do the pop dance to the planet rock
At the block party everybody jocked (who me?)
It's the MC sucka niggaz envy
I got my contract in 1993 and
I shall proceed

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I shall, proceed
And continue, to rock the mic

[Verse Two:]

I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon
Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom
I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit up on a tomb
That nigga represented on the 28th of June
I'm representing philly on the 28th of June
I can make you feel that i'm a surreal cartoon
with my pistol in the face of hip hop, stick in your face
Because i'm on a paper chase, yes i'm on a paper chase
My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman
With records from 125th to Japan
I laid them play like Johnny Hathaway and shake a hand, shake a hand
Your lady tried to kick it, but I couldn't play my man
My niggaz is my niggaz ya see she didn't understand
I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan, just think
Just think, what? What if you could, just blink, what?
Just blink yourself away?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Malik B get on the mic yo there's too much on my mind (say what?)
Malik get on the mic, there's too much on my mind
Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme
F*ckin with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime
I can make a hundred yard line start to dash
I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
I can make Conan and the Titans clash
I can Metallica and guns 'N Roses crash
Used to smash crash parties like i was disturbed
Used to make plots against the herringbone herb
But now, all I do disperse the verb
And like a nerd i can make you say, "He's superb"
Word is perfect, never ever shall you misinterpret
I move styles like bowels so now you know i'm worth it
Direct from Philly, the lands where niggas scheme
So you know I got the sheen in my gleam

[Chorus]

Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherf*cker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New York to mix
(It's Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be, static-why
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggas loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles
Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
Ridin' in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter
That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brings swings when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin' your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' move fakin' I isn't
Niggas can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo, my mellow, um, what up for the night?
Like that y'all, and yo, I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin, it's goin, it's gone

Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no sequel
SO policies, of equalities, get abolished
Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin' polished
Urges of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it's quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's, Roots
Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nah them niggas don't want to tangle
'Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure
Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex
Now you wonder what's next

[Black Thought]
One two
Yes, The Roots layin back, rela-xin
Coolin out with my man Malik B
we call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
Aiyyo bust it
We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it like this
Yo check it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
And leave a crowd drippin like John the Baptist, it's
the cause of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
and got many emcees on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics
Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
offender wanna go like Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
of my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower
The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh..
WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)
Trixie this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, Malik's the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he croaks
They sayin -- isn't it, is it the negro that did it?
Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man

[Black Thought]
Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
and Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
damn near drowned in clowns bounce to sound
when Thoughts pound
and brown's, my complexion section Southern
my brother-in is Jex, I
sweats no sex, cause this kid gets
grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed
when your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I lost it but --
-- back is the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
that's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets down
from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound
I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
to my mellow my man, Malik B

[Malik B]
WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too strong to be sterile
So I impregnates the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust them
even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her spices
I won't smirk, cause my name's not Urkel
The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize
but I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hyp-ocrites
and nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them ain't *shhh*
That was a curse, but I divide it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the wrath
of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic
Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome
and then we cap, YOU
It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check
for my mellow my man

[Chorus: Black Thought]

The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow man
No no we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man

I think it's for my mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my mellow my man
Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man
Check it

I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
when you put me on, I remain calm
[repeat 4X]

[Malik B]
It's the 'I remain calm' but for jurge to erk
Come out my humble go berzerk and make you swallow your smirk
I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass
I fascinate as I assassinate and show task
Characters and egos, get crushed in trust
And my words stampede like herds in a dusk
Cream of all crops, topics I drop ?
When heated up, I gets hotter cause I'm proper
You never knew the levitude the clever few
Different tax for revenue man if you ever knew
the tac-tic, strategies, of word, ca-pa-bil-ities
Display, de-cease
the rhythm, and man how it swerved and curved
Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred
Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and Number 2 pencils
My credentials blow on instrumentals
I write an anthem throw a tantrum and remain handsome
Mysterious vibes, like I was the phantom
Erupt abruptly, then conduct amaze
You're f*cked when the lyrics get bucked because I graze
Never animosity, on my property
Niggaz acropoly, or they feel extreme monstrosity
Wreakin leak out the verbals ? don't forget it
The chief of edit then Malik'll shred it yeah I said it

I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
when you put me on, I remain calm
[repeat 4X]

[Black Thought]
That nigga Thought flows like a river I deliver
styles like Domino's, eyes closed I inhale
equality follow me now son
Listen my divisions advance I surpass one half the rap mass
the other half, want my autograph, because I got
soul plus a ghetto stroll similar to Shaft
It's the mic rapers, splittin Phillies in the cellar
My acapella verse, can stomp, I delete comp
My rated X, larynx, wrecks your context
I'm complex, confusin, lyrically amusin, I drink brews
then when I'm groovin I'm no longer human
I'd like to take this time to give a shout to all the money makers
in the house galore they help me turn it out
I whip the cap to the max, I'm laid back, like your gramps
I make, niggaz embarrased like they spendin food stamps
I take, my time when I rhyme lovely, me nah like
ugly like, God we get odd to the rhythms
Rappers thinkin of steppin up, what the f*ck you're doin?
I amplify the hymn to bring your empire to ruin
Who's your girl screwin fellas? Jealous because I'm fly
Keep my sneakers dry, when you cry-baby
See I can have you headin for the border like a ReFugee from Haiti
Aiyyo, this brother drivin my cab, tried to flip, saying
"Pay me in advance" -- I asked him if he ever danced
in the dark, with the rap devil, Black Thought
See niggaz who get caught off guard remain scarred
into air, with headphones remainin on the domes, they hair
I resound and astound and scare, I reign terror
into another nigga rap era, my rhymes sedate
I lubricate, like aloe vera
I'm extreme, restin in the land of the plot and the scheme
Peace to ? Rock and the Equal Team

I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
when you put me on, I remain calm
[repeat 12X]

Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! [4X]

Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound
You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns
I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on
The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while
sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow
You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe
F*ck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter
Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually
ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya
I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words
to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there
waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid
The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too
The front two, run through, good for you
Brand new styles like Kung-Fu
And rip this from the front to the back
To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick

Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! [8X]

Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock
and don't stop, just droppin off my bags you fags
When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags
We blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets
If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin pulled
out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this
miraculous in lyrics they be callin me Jesus
Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet
Pass me a topic and I'll drop it
Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne
To hell with a boy upon the microphone
will be convenient, I'm never bein lenient
on them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope
But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so

Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! [8X]

[Chorus]

It's a lazy afternoon
(Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine)

[Verse 1]

[Black Thought]

Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat
of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump
In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12:20
Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money
It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of
I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora
Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I

was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks
That I'm with, blew a kiss
Now I'm in the shower
I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour
Then got drier, put on attire to inspire
Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire
Laid around and lounged 'til around two
Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew
sayin' "Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat
Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat"
Now it's 3:37 and I still ain't left the rest
Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest
with the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out
as I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon

[Other verses as Verse 1, with the following variations:]

[Verse 2:] "this dip I knew from Bora Bora"
"'cause it's a lazy aaaaaahh!" [dental style]

[Verse 3:] "I'm in the shower"
"a page from my crew"
"Bring a sack, nigga, it's Saturday"

Come on, we gonna do it like something like this, baby
Break it on on down, come on

Ah yeah, see that's how we do
When we get funky up in this piece here
We just gonna drop something like this
Got my funky drummer on the side
And I'm Rahzel, the Godfather of Noise
And we gon' kick it a lil' something like this, check it
'Cause I'm known for the

(Ladies and gentlemen you are now witnessing the incredible)
Come on!

Louder!

So clap your hands to what he's doing
Come on
Come on
Give the drummer some
Come on
Come on
Give the drummer some
Ha, come on
Give the drummer some
Ha, come on
Haha, give the drummer some

See, I don't know what y'all doing out there
But I'm about to give the drummer
Some of this funky powerful soul that I got up in here
We gon' drop a lil' taste like this
Lil' taste of the bass in your face
And we gon' kick it like this

Here we got my man on the horns
Kick a little something for the trumpet
We got the funky drummer
And then we gonna get my man on the upright
He 'bout to get busy
Drop a little taste on 'em

Heh, see that's how we do it
We come correct from '94
You know what what I'm sayin', baby?
'Cause we got the Rahzel on the side
We got Roots on up in the house tonight
You know what I'm sayin'?
And this is how we get funky, improvisational style
You know what I'm saying, baby doll?

Off from the top
Not from the bottom
Not from the middle
That's how we do it, check it out

I think it's time we handed out some pink slip, Roots

[Black Thought:]
Well I'm a fly Philly nigga, finger on the trigga
MCs repent from sins, God's comin again
Original (what?), visionary individual
Original (what?), visionary individual
I proceed, as I give ya whatcha need
Like I'm a medical doctor, watch the damage
I inflict properly, ain't nobody risin on top of me
I be droppin more plot in my mic monopoly
Got to be, got to be reality, Stevie Wonder see
Black Thought be me, I groove ba-by
Or I clue they say baby
Would you get with this? Not even maybe
It's the mister gravy and shit
To explain what's goin on inside my brain
You're scared, jealous
No analyst can maintain or handle this...
Mind train, yo
I'm on some old snap a rapper neck shit
You know what I'm sayin?
So niggaz best get out of my path
Kid, I'm on point like a gat
The basket case, I waste MCs with rapture taste
Facing these leads to cats diminished
They be pullin the mic out that ass when I get finished
Administrative assistant I'm not, yo, I'm the principal
Nigga, takin shots, like I'm invincible
Figure me to be hardcore, my input cuts your jaw
For real, for short, do you want more?!!!??!

Yo, Philly in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
South Philly in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
West Philly in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
North Philly in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
G-Town in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Mount Airy in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Oaklane in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Lodan in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Jersey in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Uptown in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Brooklyn in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Manhattan in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
The Boogie Down in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
L.I. in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Come on, Queens in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
DC in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
West Coast in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Down South in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
London in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Germany in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Tokyo in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Africa in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Puerto Rico in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Yeah, we in the house y'all (Do you want more?)
Come on

([beatbox scratch] You want more, an encore)
[until end]
(Do you want more?!!!??!)
[repeated 4X]

Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)

[Black Thought]
Yo, niggaz can not see me, can not be me or
capture the metaphoric phrase blasted off stage when I tour
I am but a messanger born to blow up
My niggaz knew it all the time, lyrically I was a dime
At the age of nine, shorty Black, could rhyme
On the mic I never wasted time, I'm, the exquisite wizard
when I visit shorties I hit it I'm cool as a blizzard
Nigga what? You wanna bust your fronts, with the butter, my
black paper chase ya and then erase ya rhyme
Sucker, MC's how I hate it when you waste your time
My state of mind, shine like it's diamond studded
I'm rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
Got the 12 gauge at the rest so play, and into rest you lay
My everyday M.O. is gettin dough cause times is rougher
than a mother for brothers to scuffle shuffle your cards kid
Cause the odds is, niggaz'll hustle and live, foul
This wild environment hostile produce, the music in me
So my style's the blend of what is and was
You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep
and reach a summit you fall and then plummit beyond real
Where you're killed if your raps ain't ill
Another crab motherf*cker 'nother cap to peel
Through these amps, I motivate camps to dance
Niggaz too advanced, I warn, I'm just tellin you what goes on

Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)

[Myself aka ELO the Cosmic Eye]
Inside my head, you wish to see
The signs appear, the shit's not clear
What if I flipped, would you know how to maintain your edge
I'm takin heads because, there's no f*ckin ledge
I pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide
I couldn't fit in three dimensions if I tried
Civilizations I can delete, so crews don't bother me
Battle with Jehovah gaining universal soveirgnty
Niggaz run around like clones, I got planets and thrones
Throughout the galaxy my name's well known (my name's well known)
I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand
Stare in my face, f*ck around and catch a scar man
[Malik B]

[Malik B]
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
they shall candor, wavin white flags, man we surrender
Those half-assed negroes know they're no contenders
In syringes, I can shoot up lyrical vengeance
And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers
You should regret it, thinkin about steppin to me
niggaz forget it - you'll get gassed with lyrics leaded
Most energetic, I never snag I'm tightly threaded
I flip scripts like pattern twistness in calisthetics
Black Thought, Elo and me a trio
Tellin the the strong, word is bond
I'm just tellin you what goes on

Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)

Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(C'mon brother)
Do you wanna know.. what goes on? [2X]
(Tell me baby!)

Bass check, one, two
Keys check, one, two
Drums check, one, two
It's The Roots
Now, what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all (back)
And just relax y'all (just relax)
Sit back y'all (sit back)
And just relax y'all (just rela)
Sit back y'all (sit back)
And just relax (just relax)
And if you dig it (sit back)
Let me hear your finger snap y'all (sit back)
Scott Storch, y'all (Storch)
He on the keys right? (on the keys)
Lenoard Hubbard y'all(Leonard Hubbard)
He's on the bass right? (he's on the bass)
Question, y'all
He's on the drums right
Now who I am? Who I am? Yo, who I am is the
Black thought

I got to bum-duh-duh-duh, take a short
I make the biggity-box, box, box, Trocadero
I'm not a bum-bum-bum, zero
This boom-dum-boo-dum, is kinda bland
Yo, this is, boom-boom, cock, Ocean
Right here, that's my man (from New York state)
And I can, boom-bop, surely slam
Beat-di-di-di-box, Beat-di-di-di-bop-bop
And rock the-

Everybody say the name of this jam y'all

Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)

I'm bi-bling-ling-ding-ding, the rhyme displayer
The vocal bi-bling-ling-ding-pwang player
The Scotty, boom-boom, bang I won't chill
So, show us some bi-bling-ling-ding mother f*ckin' skill
Now, hold up, bi-bling-ling-ding wait a sec
You got a bi-bling-ling-ding rep
So, we bi-bling-ling-ding jam
The name of the bi-bling-ling-ding jam

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Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)

We got to ba-doo-doo bring it on
Steve Coleman is bi-bling-ling-ding on the horn
In case you bi-bling-ling-dong thought my guard was caught
My name is di-di-di Black thought
I'm from the bidi-bi-bi-bi Roots clan
Steve Coleman is my bah-da-da man
We got to ba-di-da-di-da rock the jam
Ba-duh-duh The name of the jam is

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Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)

Bang, be-doop get a taste
Of Leonard Hubb boom-boom, bang up on the bass
I hope he boom-boom, dan-dang plays it sweet
And doesn't, boom-boom, bidi-boom don't lose the beat
Your words boom-diggity-bong-dong he heard just what I said
So Leonard's boom-boom, ding ding f*ckin' with my head
But yo, boom-boom-bang he's still my man
Rockin' the boo-doo-duh-duh
The name of this jam

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Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
Essaywhuman? essaywhuman? essaywh-uman? essaywhuman? (say what man?)
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MC's who slept for days, must be swept away [4X]

[Malik B]
The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays
foes, and ri-vals, who wanna come
this way, they, better pay attention
or a penchant not to mention suspension
from the microphone, plus the tension
Trey-eight oh's will vacate those
if there's drama with my henchmen
So lamp to my man Mussolini
Go get your whole staff, call the calf
cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me
The lyrics make your head knock
Malik B and BlackThought, the dreadlock
Mannn, transss-gressin
you'll catch lead I, crushin
poundin on the drums like King Kong
We can ring your bellll, ding-dong!
I styles with my vocab-ulary
The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary
Now you're all desert cause I'ma serv ya like a tray
to meet your doom Malik's the boom so you get swept away

MC's who slept for days, must be swept away [4X]

[Black Thought]
Yo, hello everybody do I need introduct'
I be the mic mercenary very un.. clear
to your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear
It's known to be Black Butta Baby
Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm
that I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes
while I proceed.. and continue.. to tend to
business, cause this is, how I do
I'm insane, and go against the grain like freight
Never on no nigga dick, cause I'm just too hip
Plus I rest where niggaz pack and never act
other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double
So if you want trouble let's stomp
My mission is to flip on comp
You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay
your dues while I bruise niggaz new for the day
shall be swept away

MC's who slept for days, must be swept away [3X]
MC's who slept for days, must be... I'm on a mission

.....: There's somethin goin on :..... [refrain repeats]

You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
[repeat 4X]

[Black Thought]
I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall
Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight
Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind
Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind
It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol
Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it
Said I never dance, made advance outside
Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct
so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen
I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green
She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash
Lex Land' or a Path', didn't know the half
I react to flip the script and get ill
My man Malik B kept telling me to relax
Diggin how you're livin on some unreal high
as I realize -- you're not that fly

You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
[repeat 4X]

[Malik B]
Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze
She must don't know, I have a sister confused
Thinkin that she's pretty and saditty when I spill
She said, "I might, I think I can, alright I will."
Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor
I said, "Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; you remember."
She said, "I guess."
Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk
And then she said, "You never called me; Mailk you never tried to press.
You never tried to push the seven buttons and address."
I said, "Hold up sis -- you're out of order, man you lost it.
My name ain't Jake; Malik's no Flake that's Frosted."
Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed
She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team
I should beam up, about-face fall out
And don'tcha even dare to ask why -- because you're not that fly

You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
[repeat 4X]

[?uestlove]
Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue
Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew
Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two
"MMM, my name's Question, ummmm, who are you?"
She didn't respond, she didn't respond
[?MUFFLED VOICE?] -- Continue on
Thought to myself, should of said a little louder
Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of
"Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss"
"No, I'm not havin it!" I just got dissed
I didn't get mad, was calm and collect
I didn't call her bitch, I didn't break her neck
Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie
It's a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie
As she walked away, man I couldn't deny
Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly

You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
[repeat 4X]

[Black Thought]
Black, butter umm... that's what I be
Had to tell a girl to set her mind free
Use the Third Eye possibly you will see
what you get, with material objects
Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot
Pretty in your cute limited Express suit
Baby I can see everything you wanna be
See you're gamin as a key to escape poverty
Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz
Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger
Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time
But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind
I figure you the kind to say, "Give me a call"
but then switch to act strange, countin on my change
Pay to the order of who?? Not you
Why? You're not THAT fly

You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
[repeat 8X]

[Intro/Chorus: x2]

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently

[Verse One: Black Thought]

Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7"
Caramel-complected, body like heaven
Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince
Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since
She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista
Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her
I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
But because sex she wasn't with, she started flippin an' shit
Like, "Listen man, I'm Queen Amina, Amina's not no freak and
that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin
Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don't get ya closer
I dig ya but won't bone ya because I'm so-called supposed ta
Most o' them would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava
Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya..."
I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin
Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment

[Chorus: + "Silently bay-bee" at end]

[Verse Two: Black Thought]

Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation
When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin
I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside
I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied, I'd..
love to get wit it like that, but my baby's kitty cat's capped
and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore
And what for? Later for groupies on tour
Why won't my sugar call me no more?
I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect
Then sayin I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin
I'm into women; because of that, this one's into communication
Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind
Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts
Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted
... bust it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Black Thought]

Well umm
Movin right along with the song, plus the strong
feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine
Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send
Ain't no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end
I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times
and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you're in my life
like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real
That's why I'm feelin like you're makin me bugged
I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain
Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train
Dial her number to the rest, and ain't no messages left
Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it's a mess
I don't know what I got to do to make you understand
I'm for real and that's no question, no frontin or no guessin
Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand
could touch and make you say that I'm such a man
and call my name, so let me set your body aflame
I'll never treat you like a dame or run game
Now who's to blame?
I know you're not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough
But I just wanted you to know

[Chorus: + "silently" at end)]

[Chorus 1/2: + "silently, si-lent-ly" at end]

[whistling of music fades away]

[Verse One: Black Thought]

Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray Kangol's
with 555 Soul's from the streets
of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain, niggaz is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz ya know my style
I run a--motherf*ckin-rap--muk
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the party
and scam like Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
of your action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough
It's the Philly borough dread
thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before
With this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggaz want styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son
Dice Raw, the motherf*ckin Wild Noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void

[Verse Two: Dice Raw]

Ya leave niggaz missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggaz didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[he heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac, with all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with lyrics high
To make niggaz stop drop and roll, now check me out one time
For your ass, fat styles equivalent
of an AIDS infected Glock blast
Niggaz know my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggaz know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
if ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy
Like niggaz with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherf*cker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask BR.O.Th.E.R ?
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy chair
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the f*ck up outta here

[phone dialed and rings]

[1] He-LLO?
[2] Yo who dis?
[1] Yo this [edited]
[2] Yo whattup man?
[1] Yo whassup dude?
[2] This is the Black Ill
[1] Oh whassup G?
[2] Y'know, yo
[1] What?
[2] We down in the studio yo
[1] Word?
[2] Yo we got a jawn
[1] Yo, is she live?
[2] Yeah she's live
[1] Sup wit her?
[2] She's just, real nice to talk
Sometimes I used to knock off
[1] Word how she be swingin?
[2] Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on!
[1] Oh WORD?
[2] I called a couple other heads and shit y'know
[1] Aight, who else who else - who else widdit?
[2 - laughing]
[1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT?
[2] Yeah you know!
[1] Ain't no bullshit?
[2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep
[1] Oh aight, word
[2] So come on down, it's on yo
[1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us?
[2] Yeah it's just us
[1] Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns?
[2] Oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin?
F*ck some other shit
[1] Fukkit, aight, bet, what the..
Y'know whassup for real for real
[2] Word, yo so come through
[1] Aight what time yo?
[2] Umm
[1] Like NOW?
[2] Yeah, come through now!
[1] Peace
[2] Peace!

[Ursula Rucker]
I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual
Paying sexual ties for few and untrue
Words of admiration, translation:
sucker ass, lines, of trash
Spewing from First One's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
through the back door..
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for;
to dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor --
and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed to praise
Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his f*ck tainted brain
But her screams masked laughs at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then Third and Fourth One just as dumb
Invite themselves to join in
Third One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned style
while Fourth One says,
"Don't she got some DSL's, make a nigga joint just swell,
to think? I wanna sink my inches, into that bitch's,
berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the other South
To sanctified places where in-house spirits
will later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken words
and complacent faces
And then, like their Minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up rough
Cause neither one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, Fifth One steps to her
Hip-Hop clothed just to, think he gonna impress her
"Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna -- sit on up
top this thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid thrust

[Yvette Smalls' pager goes off]

Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death c*nt clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch
Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch
Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mix
Talkin smack at that
Saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard,
you gonna be calling me God"
So he proceeds to poke and prod
with clumsy finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms make me last longer," wrong, cause her
motions of snatch, however detached from the situation
cause his pre pre PRE-ejaculation
It seems she just wastin
good pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven
who ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
by dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep; I'm gonna leap
into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he jumped in and then, he drowned
Got lost and found in her Tart Canal
Slave to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One turn arise
Plys her with familiar lies
Even more familiar still, cause
him she used to love
But he never could quite see above, her mound
A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice
So poised, she rises -- Phoenix from the flame
Finally bored with their feeble f*ck games
She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim
at eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock
Parts lips, not expressly made for milding dicks
and then, she speaks:

Your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, I must admit
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
excites me, see y'all f*ck with the pussy
but I f*ck with your minds
Lack of soul and respect is the crime
This.. was a set up.. now tell me what..... what's my name?
[gun cocks]