Roots - Dynamite! Lyrics
[black thought]Uh uh, come on, s-p in theUp north into the nyc and the out westAnd to niggas in cali and the down south type dynamiteWhat, yo yo come on dynamite dynamiteUh check it out, uh uhYo yo yo yo yo check it out[chorus]Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this illa-fifth dynamiteCmon, touch this illa-fifth dynamiteCmon, touch this illa-fifth dynamiteCheck it out, eve-ry bo-dyTouch this illa-fifth dynamiteCmon, touch this illa-fifth dynamiteCmon, touch this illa-fith dynamiteYo, check it outIn in tro tro duc ducingThe sole missin link, what could mcs who listen thinkIts black thought, open your eyes and dont blinkYo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinctBut yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing[elo]Behind thee, the mic champ-ionMore than a step-ionMotha*****ers sweatin me, beggin me just to get me onMacro-cosmic, micro-master[black thought]Aiyyo Im all the way way, phil phil-lay-layPeople wanna see the way the illadel playYo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself sayIm from s-p, no mortal man can test meThought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-inHeineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin emCats that hear me up, some shit from back in the pastYour half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because[elo]Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin itBringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical******* my raps trick your opticalMister superficial, Im rippin apart your heart tissueThis is your official, dismissalI dont study the artificial, who *****in wit the dark crystalYo where are is you? Im movin like a smart missleAimed and guaranteed to hit you[black thought]Word up, but when the fifth do get on and perform, you in for itIt aint no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoricTo bricks and ten tons stacks hard to liftThe artist, comin out the fifth darkness[elo]We go back like ancients, while you aint shitSub-terrainean, never against the grain-eanAfro-american slash half-blade-eanIn your universe, my stars the most radiantChorus[black thought]Aiyyo its all the way live, from 2-1-5Plus admission is denied so just wait outsideTwo extremes collide like jekyl and hydeAnd I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heedYou travellin like speedIller than adventures you might readO-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo its the p-5-dStyle fashionist, other mcs they actresses[elo]Yo its the high-opposed, you bout to get shot downTryin to fly above this illa-fifth compoundYouve known since the get-go, I rock your discoAint nobody badder, but yo you get my gist soI represent so you gotta squintAs far as how I do it you aint compen-sateWe causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two centsDont come in my district, kickin that *bullshit*[black thought]Yo its all simplistic, limited click getLyrically lifted, touchin the fifth shitTrenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit[elo]And I stomp ya, till you call me conquerorBack-slappin all the niggas that sleptThinkin that elo could ever disappearIm strippin they vi nearWit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiereChorus 2x
