The Roots - Rhymes and Ammo / Thirsty! Lyrics
SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing)[Light faded voice of Black Thought]Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yoFor all y'all folks who were hopin and wishinand I can assault, tryin'a take my positionStop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen toA'yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yoFor all y'all folks who were hopin and wishinand I can assault, tryin'a take my positionStop wishin, and sit your ass back[Chorus: Black Thought]A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit upPump that! (Shit up)Pump that! (Shit up)When I say stand up, y'all say get upStand up! (Get Up)Stand up! (Get Up)When I say rise up, y'all say nowRise up! (Now)Rise up! (Now)When I say lick a shot, say blaowLick a shot! (blaow)Lick a shot! (blaow)[Verse 1: Black Thought]A'yo everybody on they jawnsCartoons is hardcore pornIt ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawnsKids got backpacks full of yayo and heronComing to school shootin up the auditoriumYo its anthrax maniacs on the TVThe least of y'all worries should be Thought's cdThe chairman of the board coppin twice weeklyThey done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t.If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive mePsyhce, its somethin I can never let myself seeCan't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin fancyThe maker, no matter what the circumstance beIts the principle, pillowcase full of nickelSmacked like I'm (??), leave him crippledKeep talkin greasey I'ma big lip youA'yo your man'll can get slid with youYou and the squad takin to galoshesI hold the engineer for hostageand spit from a dirty cartridgeIts L for whoever try to front on Thought's shitI'm sendin them goons to your mom's apartment[Chorus][Verse 2: Dice Raw]A'yo I'm dancin, on the edge of insanityand rhymin like its the end of humanityStill people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see meTurn around and tell girls we like familyWhat up with all that, jokin, and collamityBehind the laughter they thinkin about jammin meBut they don't know, I got somethin for themBut I ain't with that negative vibe, so ***** all thatI've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed moreStand here a new man, but I'm still the old boyThey claimin they sell but I'm still the old bossSometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floorBut today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and RawYou can be sure that we got our eyes on y'allWatchin different artists rise and fallMother *****ers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y'all[Chorus][Verse 3: Talib Kweli]Kweli, sittin back in the cut like ReeseIn a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the greaseBaracudas movin and canoein sippin amarettoI'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentalsInstrumentals is the development of these niggas mentalsTears in your eyes like this moment is sentimentalYour fundamentally floored, philosophically boredDisturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital wardYou've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the barMuslims praise Allah, Christians praise the GodRastas, they say JahThey find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wineand make you say ahhhGuess who's back?The game needed improvementCan't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupidI'm a shark in the water with constant movementinfluenced by music since a truant yoThis is how we do it yo[Chorus x2]
