Roots - The Ultimate Lyrics
*black thought speaks and makes crowd respond for a minute and 15 sec.*[black thought]Yo my definition is a lyricist for hireMy vocals a passport that never expireCrowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fireScreamin out the roots while I balance wit the wireYo, expert in this profession, the sessionIn 1987, I linked up wit the ? uestionEleven years later we shared crop wit geffenIn musical hell, but hip-hop forever heavenMy thoughts, interwoven and deep like beethovenThis foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colonSwollen wit minds that got stolenFake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmenTorture, blood flow like bodies of waterFathers sexually assaultin they own daughterOut of sync, outta order like a puzzleIn the land of the unseen hand that hold juggleIn a game of life, yo its hard to roll a doubleTryin times, take lives and separate couplesKids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms ***** youUnder they breath, livin in the last times leftPeep the imagery ? strep? , across the sky like a canvasAnd were the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darknessTime to set it off, lets spark thisSwitzerland, lets spark this!!We are the ultimate (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin itWe are the ultimate (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate louder! (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate(rock-rockin it) cmon (rock-rockin it) cmon (rock-rockin it)Yo my definition is a lyricist for hireYou couldnt have a clue, its about to transpireThe books I buy live arms ? i wire?The fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choirWe ex-plore the whole states plus recordIn flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in warFour-four the corridor, seal it, no floorBut I could see the drop was a mile aboardTo the bottom, electrical shock for rhymesI said I dont got em, guess it kinda presented a problemWhen I understood, they said let him goI woke, during a center to london ?And now wit a past, *****in wit border patrolIm findin it out, Im leakin wit my peopleHit the studio, spread this informationIn daze of frustration fogged the education>from illa-fifth to switzerland destinationThe roots du journ, go check the translationThe dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonicsThe fifth dynast, they cant stop itYo zurlich yall keep it tight heedWhile the roots crew smoke weedYo, we are the ultimate (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate, say what? (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate, cmon(rock-rockin it) cmon cmon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin itWe are the ultimate (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate louder (rock-rockin it)We are the ultimate louder(rock-rockin it) cmon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin itThey go *thought starts humming and scratch does his thing**crowd cheers*
