The Roots Lyrics
The Roots Lyrics
"Dynamite! Lyrics"
Local Still Lyrics
It’s three o’clock in the morning And they’re sayin’ you’ve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff You’re a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And it’s friday night It’s party night for you King George he sent the excise men The yankee revenuers It don’t matter what they try They’ll never stop the brewin’ Because a man will
It’s three o’clock in the morning And they’re sayin’ you’ve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff You’re a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And it’s friday night It’s party night for you King George he sent the excise men The yankee revenuers It don’t matter what they try They’ll never stop the brewin’ Because a man will
[Black Thought]
Uh uh, come on, S-P in the
Up north into the NYC and the out West
And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite
What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite
Uh check it out, uh uh
Yo yo yo yo yo check it out
[Chorus]
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite
Yo, check it out
In in tro tro duc ducing
The sole missin link, what could MC's who listen think
It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink
Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct
But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing
[Elo]
Behind thee, the mic champ-ion
More than a step-ion
Mothafucke
No Big Deal Lyrics
(Pack) Rock it and roll! You know it's easy to say, "Get out and go your own way," But baby, why don't you just stay all night? You're such a sweet young roller skater And I could easily see you later If you'd just tell me that it's all right Because you can make love for the first time You can be yourself, it ain't no crime You can walk around on such a fine liners sweatin me, beggin me just to get me on
Macro-cosmic, micro-master
[Black Thought]
Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
People wanna see the way the Illadel play
Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me
Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper "echelon-ian"
Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em
Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because
[Elo]
Yo we got a doctorate, in cold-rockin it
Bringin this apocalypse, nigga you mad topical
*Bitch* my raps trick your optical
Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue
This is your official, dismissal
I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal
Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle
Aimed
[Black Thought]
Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric
To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness
[Elo]
We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit
Sub-terranean, never against the grain-ean
Afro-American slash half-blade-ean
In your universe, my star's the most radiant
Chorus
[Black Thought]
Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
Plus admission is denied so just wait outside
Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde
And I provide you wit the swerve you need, but take heed
You travellin light speed
Iller than adventures you might read
O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses
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Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down
Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco
Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so see
I represent so you gotta squint
As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate
We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents
Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit*
[Black Thought]
Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get
Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit
Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit
[Elo]
And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror
Back-slappin all the niggas that slept
Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear
I'm strippin they veneer
Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere
Chorus 2x
(Pack) Rock it and roll! You know it's easy to say, "Get out and go your own way," But baby, why don't you just stay all night? You're such a sweet young roller skater And I could easily see you later If you'd just tell me that it's all right Because you can make love for the first time You can be yourself, it ain't no crime You can walk around on such a fine line
Macro-cosmic, micro-master
[Black Thought]
Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
People wanna see the way the Illadel play
Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me
Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper "echelon-ian"
Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em
Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because
[Elo]
Yo we got a doctorate, in cold-rockin it
Bringin this apocalypse, nigga you mad topical
*Bitch* my raps trick your optical
Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue
This is your official, dismissal
I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal
Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle
Aimed
Raised on Rock Lyrics
(Words & music by Mark James) I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played Lord with a feel' Some call it folk, some call it soul People let me tell you it was rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Listening to the music that my idols made I knew every single record the DJ's played A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a J
nd guaranteed to hit you(Words & music by Mark James) I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played Lord with a feel' Some call it folk, some call it soul People let me tell you it was rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Listening to the music that my idols made I knew every single record the DJ's played A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a J
[Black Thought]
Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric
To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness
[Elo]
We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit
Sub-terranean, never against the grain-ean
Afro-American slash half-blade-ean
In your universe, my star's the most radiant
Chorus
[Black Thought]
Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
Plus admission is denied so just wait outside
Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde
And I provide you wit the swerve you need, but take heed
You travellin light speed
Iller than adventures you might read
O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses
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Breeze Lyrics
My heart is leaving you It says goodbye Disappearing from you tonight Not a breeze is gonna Pass you by There are sailingboats There are ships Broken rafts adrift I’m jumping on whatever’s passing by I’ve blown the candle out That you forgot I’ve made sure that The door is shut I don’t think you’re ever Coming back My heart is leaving you It says go
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[Elo]My heart is leaving you It says goodbye Disappearing from you tonight Not a breeze is gonna Pass you by There are sailingboats There are ships Broken rafts adrift I’m jumping on whatever’s passing by I’ve blown the candle out That you forgot I’ve made sure that The door is shut I don’t think you’re ever Coming back My heart is leaving you It says go
Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down
Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco
Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so see
I represent so you gotta squint
As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate
We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents
Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit*
[Black Thought]
Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get
Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit
Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit
[Elo]
And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror
Back-slappin all the niggas that slept
Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear
I'm strippin they veneer
Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere
Chorus 2x