The Lesson-Part III


The Roots

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альбомы: The Roots Come Alive
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Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfishGimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy' back?
Women say the sound of my voice, the Afro-disiac
Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at
E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me'The Real World' for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of factThat it's the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come becauseThe lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over nowAiyyo, Dice's flows hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my scrotumAiyyo, y'all niggas ain't fucking wit this shit
(I told 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't fucking wit the Roots crew
(I told 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced inThe arena, the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girlI just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash
But still a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep talking shit, homeboy, that's your assThe lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over nowIt's just the simple part of the game
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed again
Militant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a cometMove out 'til the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you 'bout?
How many of these niggas you doubt?
How many of these ladies making you shout?You on a mission, so listen to this
Ask yourself what condition is this
Sick in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite disk
You gotta like this, asking me about the way that I strollAbout the way I enfold in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is things still the same in the hood?While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get soaked in the sudsThe lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
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