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