Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What They Do, artist - The Roots. Album song Illadelph Halflife, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
What They Do |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Yo, yo |
| Lost generation, fast paced nation |
| World population confront they frustration |
| The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken |
| It’s all contractual and about money makin |
| Pretend-to-be cats don’t seem to know they limitation |
| Exact replication and false representation |
| You wanna be a man, then stand your own |
| To MC requires skills, I demand some shown |
| I let the frauds keep frontin |
| And roam like a celluar phone far from home |
| Givin crowds what they wantin |
| Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin |
| Keepin ya party jumpin with an original somethin |
| Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al |
| No imagination, excuse for perpetration |
| My man came over and said, «Yo we thought we heard you» |
| Joke’s on you; |
| you heard a bitin-ass crew but um. |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Thin is the line that run between love and hatred |
| The game is ill-natured, it’s nothing sacred |
| Aiyyo, it’s funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it |
| A few’ll blow up, or go as far as they can take it |
| My nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party live |
| I’m Black Thought, used to rap for sport |
| Now the rhymes sayin rent payin life support |
| I take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustry |
| It’s various crews that try to touch me |
| But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly |
| Around the world crowds love me, from doin tours |
| Recepient of applause from all of you and yours |
| Creator of original sounds to send to stores |
| you take home, to absorb and sweat it out your pores |
| Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins |
| Infinitely go against the grain, that’s why my motto’s to. |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Livin the life of limos and lights |
| Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights |
| Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks |
| And my mental thick to hit my head like brick |
| As I embark on a mission welcomin to the dark |
| When I first spark the arts, when the listenin start |
| Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside |
| My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi |
| I’ve dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy |
| Mentality undetectable by the naked eye |
| Then I get paid when the record is played |
| To put it short «I want it made"like Ed, nuff said |
| Then after that, I’m puttin on my cousin Hamed |
| We let the ladies blend with the darkskin thoroughbred |
| and discover, my level is that of no other |
| And Roots crew reign offical and true while I’m continuin to. |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |
| Never do… what they do, what they do, what they do… |