Roots - Ya'all Know Who Lyrics
Im the ultimate, the rhyme imperialIm better but some dont believe thoughBut Im a proven hotYall know the legendary roots crewHere we go ock, watch my material knockYall tonka toys straight out the cereal boxDown low covert ops feel or notThrow your mitts up we bout to thicken the plotMy name is d-u-n-d-s-p, the mic specialistLaid back how it come off it seems effortlessI mac nicholas, like a me st.Flow excellent, my movement the next testamentRhinoceros in the raps of far weYall weaklings get slapped at the partyIm the mc that mcs aspire to beBack to do it to death til ya tired of meNow who the number one bestThe never pop nuthin sound like the restCmon you know I am emRaw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,Green trees and white linenThe black thought was a monster from the beginninWreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinninIts my time and its long overdoNow whos comin through yall know who[mix] x3Yaall know the legendary roots crewWord up black th-idought, code name ? ?Fake mcs get stuck with pitchforksFrom rollerbladin on thin ice like its a rinkPicklehead cats is join, they dont thinkYa not sleepin that a long ass blink moneyYa little chicken thick but her breath stinkNuthin yall spittin is interestingYaall not black thought, nor the next best thingPlug bullshit start a kid thuggishGo ahead get ya thing off son, I just love itIt manifests a style thou shall not covetAnd none of yall rappers want no parts of itWho the steppin razor, like peter ti-doshMy nine speak soft my thoughts is molotovYou cut like that then ***** it we all can tossAnd who gonna shine when all yall take a lossIts the boar, its similar tan as dice rawIts big spawn kids cohap the quick drawWe heavyweight blowin em out the pictureFor real, for realWho comin to get yallMixStep into the spot the venue is empty5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzyPacked up to the maximum occupancyGive me the mic I got a jones like quincyBreak down the barriers dont try to fence meLet the ladies in the front get pressed against mePeepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an24 out the 18 straight leapinDuck season, thought bust the heat seakinMission make yall feel this and keep leakinBang this in the hoodsLike stolen goods, keep reachinNew soundwave street sweepinI walk upon water like run d emCash money maintainin the cutIts our time and its long overdueWho comin through yall know whoMix til fade
