Paroles Live from the d.J. stretch armstrong show The Roots

Live from the d.J. stretch armstrong show

*after 2 minutes of talking*

[bobbito]

Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up

[black thought]

Yes i, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician

Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision

I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support

Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the illa-fifth

Lyrically for feelin this, black thought yo the skill assisted

By the mal-ik b, the symbol you remember me to be type valid

Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener

Black thought yo, while i exhibit the

Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style

Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature

Down wit my number one neighbor, common
>from the city of illinois, you destroy when we bombin, whatà?

Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta mr. trotter

Aiyyo we gotta lotta mc's, on the line of this ready to rhyme

So i'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

[common]

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like dru down's hair

Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, i throw down theirs

On knotts i landed, players get played like hamlet

Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life

I write twice and drop singles in record pools

Niggas i'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles

Rhymin big words and not sayin shit

The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped

I got my nigga tariq, i freak it in the middle of the week

Niggas is weak an' and i start to speakin

Niggas start to leakin, my nigga derek d an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings

Like i was the biz mark, i bring the noise iller

Com sense'll be the rhyme killer, i spill a

Little bit of juice to a mc who need a new producer

Got my nigga y-not in the spot and i rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, thoughts is black

Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme

I stretch a nigga all across the line like i was bobbito or armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, i start the holdin

My flowin is turnin to earth

The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
'tremblin when it came down the shootà

[pharoahe monch]
(pharoahe) yeah yeah (pharoahe) yeah yeah
(pharoahe) yeah yeah yo

Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again

Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages

Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity

Mics i chop like florida state seminoles wit criminal facts

And milly ac-tually i piss on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest

Just because he got rhyme of the month twice

Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices

Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, absolute

Absolute uh, absolute uh, absolute uh (kill it)

[absolute]

Yes, rippin the microphone

My words will enlight your dome

When i'm quick to strike your home just like capone

N-noreaga, wit the war report, my orrator will slaughter yours

Still waitin for the beat to come in, i'm dangerous like satan

Eatin bacon in front of a muslim, i'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for black attack

When i, yes quick to subtract the wack

When i go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin

Flowin like water from a fountain when i deliver

Like water from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature

Yes, but i'm about to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker

When i reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[black thought]
It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute

Took a shot of hip hop, it's absolute

For my man from the house of representatives

And turn it out, aiyyo i always do, that's what i'ma bout ta

Do i show you a style and throw you?

For all competitors, black thought comin through the seckle cuz
I'm the superior style and you inferior

Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--

Bust rule the, microphone

Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
Mc's just start to studdered from the rap style

Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out

Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms

I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
Mc's throw a tantrum, i sing the fifth anthem

Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference

You can never attempt to reach that where my level is

Black thought severin competitives, off the dome top

Yo my microphone stop, my man com just drop

[common]

And don't halt, i guess it was my fault

I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt

But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from chicago

Niggas follow, hold the water bottle

My shit'll keep flowin

Now i'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure

Read the scripture, understood the first new testament

Start to blessin it

The shit is like this, where the beat went

I give mc's the silent treatment

They tried to come against me, i told em they wasn't fresh

Rappers i crush, kill and destroy like stress

Extinction agenda, com sense'll just send a-nother

Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic

That i had, it's like the nigga com sense, i don't need a pad

Off the dome, my shit'll roam/rome like a greek

I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week

Like seven days, i take ya seven whole days like tony

Never been a phony, express styles like a pony

Hold ya horses, com sense read the sources

Toss this type of shit that go straight through, i lost this

One time, it came back the rap sunshine

Niggas follow me like one time

Check it out nig-- my man absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this upon the mic yo i sit upon

[pharoahe monch]

Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, pharoahe monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star

Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far

I seek the love of allah, the laws i lay

Peepin the upper echelon of light display

Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so

Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel

The sad slow nigga much smoother than coltrane

Who can cop beats that i chop like cocaine

The effortless action wit moves like subtraction

Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction

And all the while my beats can pile up

More data than x-file shows all added up

The educated nigga from queens, by any means

Servin any fiends, similar to supreme team

But like steam i will rise to the top to redeem the cream

For niggas who fiend for hip hop

I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots
>from top notch cops to bust from a crotch

Positioning, what absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

[absolute]

The last word was precision so i get a vision

And makin sentences on top of your cranium

Underground, sub-terranien

Crossin the mediterranean, water to slaughter mc's
Who can't catch across the border

Lookin across, the window, not a nympho

Lookin at my man, the jedi duck when the lead fly

My man just took a picture, so i just snapped it

Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit

I pack shit but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of bounce

I get, throwing mad amounts

Look at my man bobbito and stretch

I gotta catch the beat
I'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong

I used to smoke the bong but now i got the heineken
It's my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, i give my old gear to the needy

Used to write graffiti cuz i got the burner

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