Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Remain Calm, artist - The Roots.
Date of issue: 16.01.1995
Song language: English
I Remain Calm |
I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb |
when you put me on, I remain calm |
It’s the 'I remain calm' but for jurge to erk |
Come out my humble go berzerk and make you swallow your smirk |
I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass |
I fascinate as I assassinate and show task |
Characters and egos, get crushed in trust |
And my words stampede like herds in a dusk |
Cream of all crops, topics I drop? |
When heated up, I gets hotter cause I’m proper |
You never knew the levitude the clever few |
Different tax for revenue man if you ever knew |
the tac-tic, strategies, of word, ca-pa-bil-ities |
Display, de-cease |
the rhythm, and man how it swerved and curved |
Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred |
Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic’s and Number 2 pencils |
My credentials blow on instrumentals |
I write an anthem throw a tantrum and remain handsome |
Mysterious vibes, like I was the phantom |
Erupt abruptly, then conduct amaze |
You’re fucked when the lyrics get bucked because I graze |
Never animosity, on my property |
Niggaz acropoly, or they feel extreme monstrosity |
Wreakin leak out the verbals? |
don’t forget it |
The chief of edit then Malik’ll shred it yeah I said it |
I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb |
when you put me on, I remain calm |
That nigga Thought flows like a river I deliver |
styles like Domino’s, eyes closed I inhale |
equality follow me now son |
Listen my divisions advance I surpass one half the rap mass |
the other half, want my autograph, because I got |
soul plus a ghetto stroll similar to Shaft |
It’s the mic rapers, splittin Phillies in the cellar |
My acapella verse, can stomp, I delete comp |
My rated X, larynx, wrecks your context |
I’m complex, confusin, lyrically amusin, I drink brews |
then when I’m groovin I’m no longer human |
I’d like to take this time to give a shout to all the money makers |
in the house galore they help me turn it out |
I whip the cap to the max, I’m laid back, like your gramps |
I make, niggaz embarrased like they spendin food stamps |
I take, my time when I rhyme lovely, me nah like |
ugly like, God we get odd to the rhythms |
Rappers thinkin of steppin up, what the fuck you’re doin? |
I amplify the hymn to bring your empire to ruin |
Who’s your girl screwin fellas? |
Jealous because I’m fly |
Keep my sneakers dry, when you cry-baby |
See I can have you headin for the border like a ReFugee from Haiti |
Aiyyo, this brother drivin my cab, tried to flip, saying |
«Pay me in advance"-- I asked him if he ever danced |
in the dark, with the rap devil, Black Thought |
See niggaz who get caught off guard remain scarred |
into air, with headphones remainin on the domes, they hair |
I resound and astound and scare, I reign terror |
into another nigga rap era, my rhymes sedate |
I lubricate, like aloe vera |
I’m extreme, restin in the land of the plot and the scheme |
Peace to? |
Rock and the Equal Team |
I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb |
when you put me on, I remain calm |