Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Music, artist - The Roots.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In The Music |
Yeah, I’m from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere |
So if you into sight seein don’t visit there |
It’s somewhere between Jersey and Delaware |
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain’t timid there |
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there |
It might start but the fight never finish there |
They all fucked up tryin to get the gingerbread |
A few stacks be the price for a nigga’s head |
Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians |
Clips and revolvers and George’s and Benjamin’s |
A celebration of the loss of your innocence |
To you old self you’ve lost any resemblance |
They say the city make a dark impression |
The youth just lost and they want direction |
But they don’t get the police, they get the protection |
And walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man |
It’s in the music, turn it up let it knock |
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops |
The cops gone come but they ain’t gone do shit |
They don’t want no problems, what are y’all stupid |
It’s all in the music |
It’s kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville |
It’s kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my nine it will kill |
Of course bro like crossbow, I bring the force though |
Hittin your guts splittin your torso |
It’s colder than the North Pole livin unlawful |
I’m giving you a jawful Of somethin awful |
Yo my theoretic is leaded, Will come and set it |
The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics |
I spit flames and get dames to get change |
With pitbull bark and lock the shock |
Don’t bother me Och, don’t you dare lie to me Och |
I don’t know, who’s this nigga that you try to be Och |
Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout |
Big shit, send it for route and finish him out |
Joints stiff from rigor mortis |
While we swimmin in waters, women with daughters |
Will have us niggaz sinnin with orders |