Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ultimate , by - The Roots. Release date: 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* |