Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
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My vocal’s a passport that never expire
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Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire
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Screamin out «The Roots» while I balance wit the wire
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Yo, expert in this profession, the session
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In 1987, I linked up wit the? |
uestion
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Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen
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In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven
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My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven
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This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon
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Swollen wit minds that got stolen
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Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen
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Torture, blood flow like bodies of water
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Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter
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Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle
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In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
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In a Game of Life, yo it’s hard to roll a double
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Tryin times, take lives and separate couples
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Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms «Fuck you»
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Under they breath, livin in the last times left
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Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas
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And we’re the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness
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Time to set it off, let’s spark this
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Switzerland, LET’S SPARK THIS!
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We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
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We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER! |
(rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE
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(Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it)
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Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
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You couldn’t have a clue, it’s about to transpire
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The books I buy live arms? |
I wire?
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The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir
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We ex-plore the whole states plus record
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In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war
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Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor
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But I could see the drop was a mile aboard
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To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes
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I said «I don’t got em», guess it kinda presented a problem
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When I understood, they said «Let him go»
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I woke, during a center to London-Heathrow
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And now wit a past, fuckin wit border patrol
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I’m findin it out, I’m leakin wit my people
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Hit the studio, spread this information
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In daze of frustration fogged the education
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]From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination
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The Roots du journ, go check the translation
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The dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonics
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The Fifth Dynast, they can’t stop it
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Yo Zurlich y’all keep it tight heed
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While The Roots Crew smoke weed
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Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE, say what? |
(rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE, c’mon
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(Rock-rockin it) C’mon c’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
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We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it)
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We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER
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(Rock-rockin it) C’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
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They go *Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing* |