Roots - Proceed Iii Lyrics
Rock on, to the break of dawnFreak on to the early mornKhadafi and sue-kwon, you got it goin onTo my man big shawn, you got it goin on, now, yoYou got the roots in the houseWe also got bahamadia in the house, representin lovelyWith you ears now proceedIts flavor you wouldnt believe as we proceedChorus:I shall... proceed... and continue... to rock the mic (2x)Verse one: malik bLets, kill all the small talk, and just elaborateThe roots collaborate I see myself as rather greatHow the words generate, whole crews disintergrateWhen I pentrateAs if in the course flow with intensive forceYou best to go and check your source about my textual courseSimplicity, it sounds complex, you might miss itBut after you critique it you can kiss itIm assissting fire force that leaves statisticsWhen identify niggaz simplify youll feel no sympathiMy lyrics send you on a permanent excursionI never would decide when your lifespan was submerginMy style is urban not surburban when Im splurginGosh these mcs I wash more than detergentI can split the red sea but deadlyTake heed, illadelph style as I proceedChorusVerse two: bahamadiaBahamadia hits the melodies mellowlyBrand new, funk doobie, choosy with the tacticsWhen I gets raw, like dice, niceWith the flavor, do you want more? !!!? ? !Of the organix, pureEargasmatic, from distortion to staticsAutomatic, systematicIm nasty at itSo hand me the five micraphones like they did illmaticOne time for the mindRhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mindThe real is not whole or half timeAll the time, and I shall proceedIm movin on baby, I shall proceedTo remain, on point like an infrared beamSucceed, in chasing out the ultraviolet dreamsNo mas like shorty, cuz its all about meChorusVerse three: black thoughtBlack and handsome, holdin mcs for ransomeThoughts command some, is this, a phantom?Crews I mangle, yall know my anthem aint the star spangledI hit you from the most bizarre angle, rectangularVisions of papes my mind conceiveMotivatin me to acheive as I must proceedWhen I ride the train, traumatized to maintainBut laid back, the tracks can relax the brainI got to deal with everything on this intelligent plainServin as a killerTo the pain I live a high life like millerMe and the mics mechanizedRespect recognize with mind beyond wiseLimitless when I bless the mic with speakDialect never weak, yall niggaz know tarikFrom seven-fifth snider ave. got the flavor you needFor the ingredients indeed so to the lead I shall proceedChorus *fades*
