Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't See Us, artist - The Roots. Album song Things Fall Apart, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Don't See Us |
Uh, what what, yo yo P-5-D uncut |
Check it out, yo yo, S-P uncut |
Yo yo, what P-5-D uncut, yeah yeah it’s that Philly shit |
Yo yo, check it out, yo yo |
You Don’t See Us, but we see you |
You stuck on sleep, get on your P’s and Q’s |
Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept |
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check |
Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine |
It’s over head like Omniverse screen |
I’m not the average savage that curse queens |
I’m something from his worst dreams |
First we handling first things, I’m subsurface un-seen |
Grat’ll hold planet by purse strings |
MC’s are earthlings, not built to hurt things |
Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things |
Man each world, it ain’t no time to recline |
Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine |
Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks |
Never caught speakin to NARC’s, that’s weak in the parks |
I’m the type to sit back and analyze the prize |
Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise |
Take a detour, I be all that I can be whore |
Talkin to this (bitch) life, had to make her my wife |
Live twice, got seven more lives to live |
I’m all out, takin things to the fullest extent |
Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent |
Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment |
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo |
The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp |
Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that’s on the hunt for conk |
Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the start |
You should be more alert, then you wouldn’t get hurt |
Get off your horse and on your P’s and beware |
Of images you seein, did deceiving, you’re scared |
And even more shook up than the scenes that’s near |
I’m Dice Raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore |
Who wanna piece, well it’s Round One, let’s begin |
I got a gun that’s don’t bust, it just suck niggaz in |
I got shit that’ll have you beggin me to shoot ya |
I’m the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor |
Yo, Okay Computer, Radiohead’s knock to the |
Future Shock like Kurtis, at your service |
None other than, the Fifth governing playin the cut again |
Y’all clueless to what the fuck is up again |
Yo, hard times and sufferin |
What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin |
'Nuff of them? |
untie? |
soldier thespian |
But I’m from the next e-on, supreme being that’s unseen for MC’n |
Yo, they all around me 'round me |
On my head, they got a bounty |
I’m tryin to get this bell up so I can flee your county |
Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks |
I’m sharper than rough spoons for icepicks |
Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long |
Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong |
You wrong son, you thought I wasn’t droppin a ton |
Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum |
Aiyyo I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you |
From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you |
Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly |
I knock you out wit one punch from me you been Ali-ed |
I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations |
WHen my name said out loud, you’ll lose your concentration |
Dice Raw, D-I-C-E-R-A-W, you wanna take it |
Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? |
That’s what I thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero |
Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe |
Raw’s takin over, baby don’t tell me you ain’t know |
A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros |
Namsayin, y’all know the legendary Roots crew, it’s like |