Roots - Ital Lyrics
Verse one: q-tipI wanna be able to reach an mcAnd reach a little child in the same degreeAnd my elders excelI mean what the hellWe might as well bridge these gapsIn all before we fall in the fireBlack thought:Its a million mcs upon a plan they call real tryin to set itProfess mic techniques illegitInaccurate perceptions of reality embeddedIn their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out)Q-tip:I use my music implemented with jewels import toolsTo inspire all those too cool fools who say screw schoolcause they dont see the conspiracyThats put here to trap you and meBlack thought:Yall know the battle leutenant be on some whole nother other finesse geneticThey say I get it from my mother so its inheredit-Ary and very necessary to shineLegendarily, heavily refinedQ-tip:Contemporaries like the roots is so radits like dageWhich bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win itLike raffle ticket pickAnd if you feelin something, guess who gets the stickingBlack thought:I got this ital mad up close and personalThe first I find to violate, I shall retal-Iate with realisms for their whole localWe on point like decimal abstract nowQ-tip:Mcin while Im breathingmcin is believingThat you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phonyIn fact, its very therapeuticLike b12 hyperdermic needle so shoot itBlack thought:Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicitMost wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with itJust slightly might miss itWhen I blast through your section or districtChorusVerse two: black thoughtIn my formitive by my peers I was influencedUntil the instruments of time killed the congruenceI peeped the blue prints on how to make true senseOf mcs which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceIm on another lev.Brothers is fakin jacks and think they ready for the rev.But they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long termcause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turnProbably, timelessly I construct the firesomeTo rip your eardrum for many years to comeProfessional style thinkin rational to move wiseSo hard its a wonder yall alive...Q-tip:...and still breathin, niggaz is dead and not evenPerpetuatin real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedinIts obvious that they needin attention feedinThey cold actin like heathensWhen mics is picked up mcs scenes is kicked upLike women with the gripper drinking moet till they hiccupFellas hustlin picking bricks upFantasizin about the illest stick upBut rip up the jam and we be truly impressedOn stage you wont need your tef. vestOnly a mic with and a mic testAnd at your best you get blessed by the fans who professThat they can relateWith the trials you tribulateOr the pains you endurecause some cats is pureTell horors that are true but see cats like youYall fake joints just tyo get a woo-wooThe tear jerkerYou be that miracle workerWhose miracle just ran outI think its time you pan outOr just plain fade, cause yo you playedWe bout to drop on you like the everglades
