Roots - Don't Say Nothin' Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Black Thought]Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagiousKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gaugeUntil your body sound clashHead of the Class, Magna Cum LaudeBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdyReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flippingKeep em playing they positionKeep making the people listen what I spinPut em out on a limbGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the penY'all fake niggas not setting a trendWe never listen to themIt's like trying to take a piss in the windMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test emThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress emNow who the type built to last?It's no question, the Master!Villain in Black wit no stets in my soundHitting you hard from - every directionYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg![Chorus]Yeah! When the saint on the ground,with the grind on rhyme,with King Kong hitting Thailand,give it here, and don't say nuthin'just give it here, and don't say nuthin',when the team on the set, hit, the gun gonna clap,git it down on record,hey, hmmmm, cut the check,give it here, and don't say nuthin',give it here and don't say nuthin', Come on![Verse 2 - Black Thought]Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappersOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwardsYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at riskOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matressShorties running reckless from Philly to TexasSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a necklessSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at timesNiggas' crime record longer than a guest listYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believeSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieveSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to DThirst decise or need at least a buck to breatheC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to taxMost times they be sticking you without the gatsI'll still be on the grind when it all collapseAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga[Chorus][Verse 3 - Black Thought]Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the bandOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my handWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous manTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playinI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slangThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister painBeyond measure, relaxed under pressureYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfectedGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handleCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvilNext joint comin, all bets is cancelledNigga black ink, red was a G finacialWe finna have the whole industry at a stand stillSee me put the system on lock like can pillSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcementsCause my click come a full sizeable portions[Chorus]
