Roots - Concerto Of The Desperado Lyrics
Chorus:The concerto, of the desperadoR-double-o-t-s check the flowIf you know like I know then you know the mottoThats all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to goVerse one:In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metroMy poetry is set like a u.f.o.The maestro, the lyricist concertoMy physical play the role of a vesselThe level of my lyrics law manifestoMy thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instinctsOf a gorilla stronger than samsonWithout vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to justStimulate you like the best sensimillaThe halflife the illadel-l-p-o-phila proceedHither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe--reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripperDeeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiperUnorthodox, hip-hop, ministerThen a serengeti cheetah my thoughts with theYou lose your balance when the sound hits yaSo check for the, fifth militiaA poets under pressure stressing that you get the pictureEven if it means you gotta hang over the banisterI pull a microphone on any pistol brandisherAnd take advantage of ya because you amateurStyles gunning down your sound man and managerWhat? ? this how we do it in the year for nine-sixWith this delivering attack on pointless rap shitBreakin mcs down to fractions, tell your squadronIts time to go to war we spar reactionChorus 2xVerse two:The implorer, the universe explorerTreat mcs like the cities of sodom and gomorrahLeavin these niggaz open like a box of pandoraWith styles thats newer than the world orderApproximately three quarters of yall are waterI straight deport yaThen orchestrate your torture with roots of cultureThe pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your imageWhere life is a heist, and the strong get a percentageIts ill as a war and within it Im the lieutenantThat surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennantYou fold like japans futons and fansWhile I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrianI crush a mountain into grands of sandYour pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the standThe desperado, that refuse to followThe lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottleI deep like the dark of the nightNiggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the micThey use the simple back and forth the sameOld rhythm thats plainId rather ultramagnetize your brainIts the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a touristInside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for usAs we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadronIts time to go to war we spar reactionChorus 2x
