Roots - Respond React Lyrics
Its jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavyMalik said riq, you know the planet aint ready, for the halfBoy, we comin with the action packOn some dundee shit representin the outback(yo, we do it like this) all the way live from2-1-5(you witnessin the fifth dynasty family click) all the way live from 2-1-5(across the map, one time for your...) all the way live from 2-1-5(its time to react to respond to react to respond) all the way live from2-1-5Chorus:We setting it from south-side pushing this up northFrom illadelphian reps to fly points across the mapBring it back to respond-reactTo bring it back to respond-react to thisVerse one: bad lieutenant/ m-ill-itantThe attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassinMaster gettin cash in an orderly fashionMessage to the fake nigga flash-inSlow-up oc before you get droppedAnd closed like a captionFractional kids dont know the time for actionStyles got the rhythm that of an anglo-saxonRound of applause then avalanche a clappin*plow* thats what happen, now whats your reactionWe heavyweight traction, pro-pornographinSpecialize in science and math andOriginal black manBustin thoughts that pierce your mental defenseRippin your sacks andVocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs sonSimple as addition and subtractionBlack thought- the infinite relaxed oneShorties say they love it with a passionBring the international charmSee a squad I harassReactYou best adapt when I sling this rapAnother chapterBefore when I have to trap yaMap your whole path outGo get your crowd so we can clap outI drive down streets and take back route- positioninWhen Im in your system like glycerinFans listenin , from michigan to switzerlandMalik be blitzed again- on the station with the disciplineSolicitin , sometimes illicit or explicit with it thenFrom the deep end where the hills are steepNobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheapThe street mentality mixed with the intellectPersonality, hell where I dwell is wellNiggas rebelliousBodies are found down in the cellarsMy man caught a shot to the stomachNow who want itConfronted by these dusty blunted- catsWho act like they dont know that the fact is that theyre being huntedA process of eliminationActivate your mind with the stimulationEnter your zone with penetrationIve seen more horror than brahm strokerStrip your broad a play poker, then drink mochaThe sometimes socializerThe joke despiserYou woke the wiserDealin with the roots vocalizerUp in your flesh from south philly to westI stampede your styleIll compile the blessChorus: 2xVerse two: black thought/ malik bHey yo, Im just a lyricistA chemist of the hempThe beat pimpThe ill philly residentThats far from hesitantCorrupt like a presidentNever benevolentBut poetically prevalentCooler than peppermintThe lieutenant for niggas talkin bout representNo doubt, its obviously evident I get bentFar from temporary son Im very permanentHittin m.c.s like an intoxicantSent to preventMonopoly is my intentThe means is what I inventThis mental murder pay the rentLyrically Im the dominant ingredientThe swift extravagantSmooth lubricantDown with the m-the-ill-itant(ch-ch-ch...) thats the sound of the dynasty chantWe surround your campAssumin the war stanceAnd bring it from the chestNow lets danceM-ill-itantFeel the fifth gorilla chantYall talk about bodiesBut you would not kill a antMy skill is ampWould peel a nigga like a stampCaliber is of excallibur now you be dampWhen I operate a crop or copulate my gameI make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hatePeep the logisticsSlump your squad of misfitsThey all get they wrists slitBlast your ass if you insist itLeave no trace so theres no trace for ballisticsTurn your soul and body to statisticsIn particular Ive got that extracurricularSquad in the stash who could be stcking yaSlip and they vicking yaHarass your police commissionarDont like chicks with weaves talking bout I need conditionerThat shits deader than niggas with a mortionerA gymnanza(? !)Up in your flesh like plasmaTake away your last breathe when you got asthmaThen meet bad lieu down at the plazaHip-hop extravaganzaTell your man I slump him with a stanzaNow whos the boss not tony danzaMy force not green but the force is obsceneP.o. took a piss test it came out not cleanBrody with my man miz-moose and hakeemMy squad from deuce-four up the west oak laneAll the way to takahwana and frankfurt they know the nameIts like that... m-ill-itantChorus to fade
