| Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the
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| Up north into the NYC and the, out West
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| And to niggas in Cali and the
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| Down South type dynamite
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| What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite
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| Uh check it out, uh, uh
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| Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'
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| The sole missin' link, what could MC’s who listen think?
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| It’s Black Thought, open your eyes and don’t blink
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| Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct
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| But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'
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| Behind the, the mic champion, more than a step beyond
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| Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on
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| Macro-cosmic, micro-master
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| Aiyyo, I’m all the way, way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
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| People wanna see the way the Illadelph play
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| Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
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| I’m from S-P, no mortal man can test me
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| Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper echelon-ean
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| Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em
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| Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
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| Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because
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| Ayo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it
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| Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical
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| Hctib my raps trick your optical, mister superficial
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| I’m rippin' apart your heart tissue
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| This is your official, dismissal
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| I don’t study the artificial, who fuckin' with the dark crystal?
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| Yo, where are is you? |
| I’m movin' like a smart missile
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| Aimed and guaranteed to hit you
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| Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
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| It ain’t no way to censor it
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| My style metaphoric to bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
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| The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness
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| We go back like ancients, while you ain’t shit
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| Subterranean, never against the gradient
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| Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian
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| In your universe, my star’s the most radiant
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Aiyyo, it’s all the way live, from 2−1-5
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| Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside
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| Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde
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| And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed
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| You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read
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| Official original breed
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| The justice league, yo, it’s the P-5-D style fashionist
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| Other MC’s, they actresses
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| Yo, it’s the high-post, you 'bout to get shot down
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| Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
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| You’ve known since the get-go, I rock your disco
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| Ain’t nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so
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| See, I represent, so you gotta squint
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| As far as how I do it, you ain’t cognizant
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| We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cents
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| Don’t come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*
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| Yo, it’s all simplistic, limited clique get
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| Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit
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| Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
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| 5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit with
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| And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror
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| Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept
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| Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I’m strippin' they veneer
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| Wit' this non-ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
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| Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
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| C’mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dynamite!, artist - The Roots. Album song Things Fall Apart, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп