Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ultimate, artist - The Roots.
Date of issue: 16.01.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ultimate |
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire |
My vocal’s a passport that never expire |
Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire |
Screamin out «The Roots» while I balance wit the wire |
Yo, expert in this profession, the session |
In 1987, I linked up wit the? |
uestion |
Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen |
In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven |
My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven |
This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon |
Swollen wit minds that got stolen |
Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen |
Torture, blood flow like bodies of water |
Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter |
Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle |
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle |
In a Game of Life, yo it’s hard to roll a double |
Tryin times, take lives and separate couples |
Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms «Fuck you» |
Under they breath, livin in the last times left |
Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas |
And we’re the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness |
Time to set it off, let’s spark this |
Switzerland, LET’S SPARK THIS! |
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it |
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER! |
(rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE |
(Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it) |
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire |
You couldn’t have a clue, it’s about to transpire |
The books I buy live arms? |
I wire? |
The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir |
We ex-plore the whole states plus record |
In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war |
Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor |
But I could see the drop was a mile aboard |
To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes |
I said «I don’t got em», guess it kinda presented a problem |
When I understood, they said «Let him go» |
I woke, during a center to London-Heathrow |
And now wit a past, fuckin wit border patrol |
I’m findin it out, I’m leakin wit my people |
Hit the studio, spread this information |
In daze of frustration fogged the education |
]From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination |
The Roots du journ, go check the translation |
The dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonics |
The Fifth Dynast, they can’t stop it |
Yo Zurlich y’all keep it tight heed |
While The Roots Crew smoke weed |
Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE, say what? |
(rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE, c’mon |
(Rock-rockin it) C’mon c’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it |
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it) |
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER |
(Rock-rockin it) C’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it |
They go *Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing* |