| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
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| Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
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| Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
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| And be there when the shit hits the fan
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| I hope y’all out there understand
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| Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Yeah y’all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
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| Raw, that’s what every soldier in my collective is
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| Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
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| My level headedness make it come off so effortless
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| The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
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| Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
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| My track record is hot shit, consecutive
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| Smug, I got game just like a record executive
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| A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
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| A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
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| Bet on Black
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| Bet these cats that’s all gelatin
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| Will fall back spittin' them raps that’s unintelligent
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| Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
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| Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in |
| Smellin' your blood now I’m huntin'
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| Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
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| Oh, now it’s nothin'
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| Yo, you can’t go beyond a point of no returning
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| I flip like my name Turner
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| That’s for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
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| The raw sojourner for truth
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| The mic burner
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
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| Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
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| Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
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| And be there when the shit hits the fan
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| I hope y’all out there understand
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| Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
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| Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
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| I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
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| And y’all cold like a show in the Netherlands
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| Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves —
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| So I don’t form pals — conform to norms — morals different
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| Gifted — use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I’m liquid |
| You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
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| They’ll just richochette nigga aura’s hard as hell
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| Before there was ain’t hard to tell
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| The mic’s cycle coincided right with mine as well
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| Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
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| I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
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| I scraped barrel — even dined up on wine and steaks
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| Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
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| The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
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| Will get smaller as I approach — so watch your stash box
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| Fox logo if your face is local
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| Get bruised till you’re the color of the Laker’s logo
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| This is work niggas
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
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| Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
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| Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
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| And be there when the shit hits the fan
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| I hope y’all out there understand
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| Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it
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| I made it — ain’t nobody believe in me
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| But this rap game is like selling coke legally |
| Ain’t no innovations — that takes concentration
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| Nigga’s celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
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| Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
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| Rip very live so I’m an entertainer like Cedric
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| Shit they play on radio’s now give me a headache
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| Can’t slow me down I know where I’m headed
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| Your pride can only kill you, if you let it
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| Nigga’s feeling energetic
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| Wanna rumble — guns will come out
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| Here come the paramedics
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| I’m just trying to live like I’ve Devin
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| Tired of my people failin'
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| We all sin — the devil, what di I tell em
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| Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
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| I see things vividly, y’all vision is blurry
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| Even if you hate — through my music you gone love
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| Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets ugly
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| Somebody’s gotta be there when it gets bloody
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| Somebody’s gotta get their hands dirty
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| Yo, it’s a fucked up job but somebody’s gotta do it
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| Somebody’s gotta come up with a plan
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| And be there when the shit hits the fan
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| I hope y’all out there understand |
| Look man it’s a fucked up job, but somebody’s gotta do it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Somebody's Gotta Do It , by - The Roots. Song from the album The Tipping Point, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп