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The Roots
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Ital (The Universal Side)
作詞:Timothy Glenn Condict, Gary Tyrone England, Tim Russell
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side From the Illadelph side, from the New York side From the Universal Side Abstract
I wanna be able to reach an MC And reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel, I mean what the hell We might as well bridge these gaps In all before we fall in the fire
It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it Profess mic techniques illegit Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited Check it out, man
I use my music implemented with jewels, export tools To inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy That's put here to trap you and me You think you can get it
Y'all know the battle lieutenant Be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it from my mother so it's inhereditary And very necessary to shine, legendarily, heavily refined
Contemporaries like The Roots is so radit's like dage Which bag did they come out of And how can I get in it to win it like a raffle ticket pick And if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking
I got this Ital style up close and personal The first of all I violate, I shall retaliate With realism for their whole local [Incomprehensible] We on point like decimal abstract now
MCin' while I'm breathin', MCin' is believin' That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony In fact, it's quite therapeutic Like B12 hypodermic needle, so shoot it
Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit Most wicked seven digit mic wizard My tongue lash out and strike with it, just slightly might miss it When I blast through your section and district the feminine
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side C'mon, c'mon From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal, to the Universal C'mon, c'mon 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
In my formitive years by my peers I was influenced Until the instruments of time killed the congruent I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's Which are a nuisance, I know just what to do since I'm on another lev Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn to make theri thoughts long term 'Cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn Probably, timelessly I construct the fear some To rip your eardrum for many years to come Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise So hard, it's a wonder y'all alive
And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even Perpetuatin', real life the shit kicked is real trife, they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up, mc's scenes is kicked up Like women with the gripper drinking moet 'till they hiccup Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed On stage you won't need your tef, vest Only a mic with and a mic test And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can relate with the trials you tribulate Or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure Tell horors that are true but see cats like you Y'all fake joints just to get a woo-woo
The tear jerker, you like that miracle worker Whose miracle just ran out, I think it's time you pan out Or just plain fade 'cause yo you played We 'bout to drop on you like the everglades
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side C'mon From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side C'mon, c'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side C'mon From the Illadelph side, from the New York side To the Universal Side To the East coast Side to the West coast Side To the Universal Side
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