Roots - Quills Lyrics
[Chorus]Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)(Give it everything you got yo)(Once again it's time, it's time)It's time to ride, ride....[Verse One: Black Thought]Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavementI fill the quills with it let it spill on the pagesCompose another anthem for the killers and manglersVillains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamberShit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangstaPull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basementThen bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in dangerI'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agentsWe muscle the languageWhat we spit will leave your shit in utter amazementI'm hot brolic call it contagiousThe shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changesMy vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguishY'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stagesIs something in the iris and the way I spitThat tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shitBlack traumatic, so there you have itMy battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classicThought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small packageExperience is all that is, I'm well establishedMe and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriageThe technique in your reach, if only you could have itFor me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoroPoet for hired pack metalYou feel me?[Chorus][Verse Two: Black Thought]Yo, the load heavyWe walk around a little edgy, all ready and steadyWithdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figuresNiggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swineCryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listenThe story in the ghetto the sameSeem like it's just some things that never will changeGive birth to a style and won't give it a nameTalk 'bout consciousness it's a different thangEnvision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speakThe understandable diabolique, animal styleOut of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen thisFifth supreme linguist, a lyrical geniousInject you with the broke down englishThe most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame isKareem's beat makin' me fiendishDon't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga[Chorus][Verse Three: Black Thought]Yo, the rebel Che GuevaraYou felt another date, you betterDon't copped off, create it just save your cheddarI hit the studio with a pen and a vendettaSippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letterDriftin', shots lickin while the plot thickensSands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inningThe flash and the cash and the fast womenIt's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion andBlaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pinsPoke holes in the plastic for oxygenMCs jumpin' out shoes and socks againMust have seen their face in the news it's gots to beenThought known as the cure for cancerSame corrupt city as Mumia the PantherMan to man, hammer *****ed, block and standoffBang, gunfire slang up in the dance hallYo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bombBring it just to sling it at your favorite iconThing about my music is it ain't shit like y'allThought, diesel like a 28-inch pythonYou know what I'm saying?When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...[Chorus]
