Roots - Live From The D.j. Stretch Armstrong Show Lyrics
*after 2 minutes of talking*[bobbito]Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up[black thought]Yes i, check it outIt's like, you listen to the musicianUmbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya visionI take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no supportNow you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the illa-fifthLyrically for feelin this, black thought yo the skill assistedBy the mal-ik b, the symbol you remember me to be type validDisasterous, the master just bust this, for the listenerBlack thought yo, while i exhibit theStyles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the styleSeverin rooms just like apartments, ill flavorI'm a skyscraper by natureDown wit my number one neighbor, common>from the city of illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta mr. trotterAiyyo we gotta lotta mc's, on the line of this ready to rhymeSo i'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out[common]I persue sound fairs, relaxed like dru down's hairOther niggas rhymes are like gang signs, i throw down theirsOn knotts i landed, players get played like hamletSupposedly nice, taken for granted like lifeI write twice and drop singles in record poolsNiggas i'm dunkin like when cops mingle, ***** hip hop jinglesRhymin big words and not sayin shitThe click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whippedI got my nigga tariq, i freak it in the middle of the weekNiggas is weak an' and i start to speakinNiggas start to leakin, my nigga derek d an'I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beingsLike i was the biz mark, i bring the noise illerCom sense'll be the rhyme killer, i spill aLittle bit of juice to a mc who need a new producerGot my nigga y-not in the spot and i rock like crackI'm ready to attack, thoughts is blackNiggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhymeI stretch a nigga all across the line like i was bobbito or armstrongCom's song'll keep goin, i start the holdinMy flowin is turnin to earthThe birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*?tremblin when it came down the shoot?[pharoahe monch](pharoahe) yeah yeah (pharoahe) yeah yeah(pharoahe) yeah yeah yoAlways beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and againSendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wagesSubliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivityMics i chop like florida state seminoles wit criminal factsAnd milly ac-tually i piss on your promotional waxIt'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicestJust because he got rhyme of the month twiceFour mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slicesRip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, absoluteAbsolute uh, absolute uh, absolute uh (kill it)[absolute]Yes, rippin the microphoneMy words will enlight your domeWhen i'm quick to strike your home just like caponeN-noreaga, wit the war report, my orrator will slaughter yoursStill waitin for the beat to come in, i'm dangerous like satanEatin bacon in front of a muslim, i'll battle you and your cousinIt's the beef for black attackWhen i, yes quick to subtract the wackWhen i go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutinFlowin like water from a fountain when i deliverLike water from a river makin you shiverThat's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literatureYes, but i'm about to get deeperYou'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speakerWhen i reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era[black thought]It's like this, we keep you open like a parachuteTook a shot of hip hop, it's absoluteFor my man from the house of representativesAnd turn it out, aiyyo i always do, that's what i'ma bout taDo i show you a style and throw you?For all competitors, black thought comin through the seckle cuzI'm the superior style and you inferiorLet me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--Bust rule the, microphonePure skills, nuttin but it, all of a suddenMc's just start to studdered from the rap styleHey yo let me rewind check it out, check it outWell it's the, deranged style that change formats and formsI swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasiesMc's throw a tantrum, i sing the fifth anthemAiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preferenceYou can never attempt to reach that where my level isBlack thought severin competitives, off the dome topYo my microphone stop, my man com just drop[common]And don't halt, i guess it was my faultI came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour saltBut never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from chicagoNiggas follow, hold the water bottleMy shit'll keep flowinNow i'm showin this poetry in motion like a picureRead the scripture, understood the first new testamentStart to blessin itThe shit is like this, where the beat wentI give mc's the silent treatmentThey tried to come against me, i told em they wasn't freshRappers i crush, kill and destroy like stressExtinction agenda, com sense'll just send a-notherMotha*****er to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the micThat i had, it's like the nigga com sense, i don't need a padOff the dome, my shit'll roam/rome like a greekI start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/weekLike seven days, i take ya seven whole days like tonyNever been a phony, express styles like a ponyHold ya horses, com sense read the sourcesToss this type of shit that go straight through, i lost thisOne time, it came back the rap sunshineNiggas follow me like one timeCheck it out nig-- my man absolute is unsigned, ready to get it onIt's like this upon the mic yo i sit upon[pharoahe monch]Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, pharoahe monch yoIt's not breaks at the bar, even if you a starWit me and my crew baby doll you won't go farI seek the love of allah, the laws i layPeepin the upper echelon of light displayFunk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts soCleverly put, more revolutions than a axelThe sad slow nigga much smoother than coltraneWho can cop beats that i chop like cocaineThe effortless action wit moves like subtractionLip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfactionAnd all the while my beats can pile upMore data than x-file shows all added upThe educated nigga from queens, by any meansServin any fiends, similar to supreme teamBut like steam i will rise to the top to redeem the creamFor niggas who fiend for hip hopI pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots>from top notch cops to bust from a crotchPositioning, what absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome[absolute]The last word was precision so i get a visionAnd makin sentences on top of your craniumUnderground, sub-terranienCrossin the mediterranean, water to slaughter mc'sWho can't catch across the borderLookin across, the window, not a nymphoLookin at my man, the jedi duck when the lead flyMy man just took a picture, so i just snapped itLookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shitI pack shit but it's never like an automaticI'm causin static just like the opposite of bounceI get, throwing mad amountsLook at my man bobbito and stretchI gotta catch the beatI'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strongI used to smoke the bong but now i got the heinekenIt's my turn to rhyme againDon't need to be greedy, i give my old gear to the needyUsed to write graffiti cuz i got the burnerYou might not get that but you i pass it back to my man wit the head wrapYo*talking and shoutouts to end*
