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The Roots - Quills Lyrics




[Chorus:]
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride....

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

S***, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language
What we spit will leave your s*** in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it contagious
The s*** the Roots started got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all n****z on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no s***

Black traumatic, so there you have it
My battin' average, abort full of graphic a**ault, it's all cla**ic
Thought, put a**-backwards rappers in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage
The technique in your reach, if only you could have it
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
Poet for hired pack metal
You feel me?

[Chorus]

Yo, the load heavy
We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
N****z mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine

Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name

Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it n****

[Chorus]

Yo, the rebel Jake Rivera
You felt another date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourgla** thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast women

It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the pa**ion and
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again

Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer c***ed, block and standoff

Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it ain't s*** like why'all

Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python
You know what I'm saying?
When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...

[Chorus]
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[Chorus:]
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride....

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

S***, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language
What we spit will leave your s*** in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it contagious
The s*** the Roots started got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all n****z on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no s***

Black traumatic, so there you have it
My battin' average, abort full of graphic a**ault, it's all cla**ic
Thought, put a**-backwards rappers in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage
The technique in your reach, if only you could have it
For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
Poet for hired pack metal
You feel me?

[Chorus]

Yo, the load heavy
We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
N****z mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine

Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen
The story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name

Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang
Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal style
Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious
Inject you with the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it n****

[Chorus]

Yo, the rebel Jake Rivera
You felt another date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourgla** thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast women

It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the pa**ion and
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again

Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
Thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer c***ed, block and standoff

Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it ain't s*** like why'all

Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python
You know what I'm saying?
When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...

[Chorus]
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Writer: TARIK L. COLLINS, AHMIR K. THOMPSON, ANDREW JOHN CONNELL, CORINNE DREWERY, EMMANUEL KARRIEM RIGGINS, MARTIN BOYD JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music

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