Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Universe At War, artist - The Roots. Album song Illadelph Halflife, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Universe At War |
Yeah, U.N.I.Verse |
at war |
U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) |
at war motherfucker |
We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) |
Illadelph, you know how we get down |
You know the business (Illtown illanoid) |
Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) |
Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) |
Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) |
When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) |
And your verse at core, for what you thought before |
Steppin up into a zone you should never explore |
The next level or, level of the whole conceptor |
Check it, rappers |
Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes |
Sounding like hoes |
Ain’t been exposed to the foes of most disciples |
I’m from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man |
Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel |
Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh |
War, going on between the West and the East |
of the land, niggaz don’t own a piece |
Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me |
My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie |
Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living |
Beware, the new world order, the devil’s new religion |
Sent my homey to the number two division |
Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver |
Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it’s just sittin |
at a table with sophisticated bitches |
Nah that ain’t nothin I would call my mother |
Nor do I call every nigga my brother |
Gotta have Black Thought, it’s sorta B like Malik |
So don’t Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep |
Yo, enter the last era |
Your scholarship into the world of politics |
and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era |
I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer |
The Ace Ventura into the horror |
Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border |
I’ll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura |
Plus you’re a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes |
and mortalize, my image hit the skies |
Deceive the devil in disguise |
My music I parenthesize |
Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise |
Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I’m thinkin fast like drama |
Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer |
I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama |
The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma |
Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy |
or history of the family, the fifth dynasty |
For humanity, to bear witness to this |
Del-val-syllable stylist |
You know the time kid |
Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet |
Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid |
Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic |
The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it |
Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static |
See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I’m bustin back at it |
The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic |
Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it |
The turn of the century, the planet’s like a penitentiary |
exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated |
I Used to Love but now she violated |
Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated |
They outdated and incarcerated |
Loved and appreciated hated and very debated |
For every career created was eliminated |
And that’s the way the balance of yin and yang related |
As the block is de-vine |
Niggaz swing on in a safari |
Wild niggaz, like I’m high on latari |
Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see |
Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be |
Hey, I’ma be back on the deck, opening |
Business in places for you to cash your check |
My, neck of the woods ain’t all good ain’t all bad |
You can live in the burbs, and still get had |
The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake |
They tryin to move us out, the land we ain’t appreciate |
For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate |
Call each other cuz cause of how we relate |
I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates |
Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate |
Harmonizing through beeper and reefer |
The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper |