| If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I committed
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| exhibit the truth because I’m living proof why
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| I had no disguises, no verdicts, no alibis
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| (Malik B)
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| Look into my window, tell me what you see
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| m-ill-i-tant school of philosophy
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| when niggaz get dealt wit mental velocity
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| connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes
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| we represent hypocracy, it ain’t no stopping me until I fulfill the term of my prophecy
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| my attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
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| iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
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| who get grazed by the bullet?
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| triggers, who's quick to pull it?
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| the anti-bullshitter, islamic extortioner
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| you’re the forfeiter unfortunately
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| niggaz who wanna gyp me I cause humidity so come and get me
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| I’m simply, the cat to lay back
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| I chill and what you
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| the silent ninja
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| intends to injure, now I got you
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| sanity was lost so now I’m found insane
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| I’m seeking streets to jeeps
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| hours, days, to weeks
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| I even speak to geeks
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| I hold my fortune, it's sweet
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| I’m discreet in the streets, but that’s just the way I play though
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| I lay low, but over your head just like a halo
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| hell’s angel, these thoughts you cannot untangle
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| when I drop jewels, niggaz they wear 'em like a bangel
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| check it out
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| one time for your mind like that
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| (Black Thought)
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| Look into my window tell me what you see
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| lieutenant university of philosophy
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| while you not possibly escaping what I’m meditating
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| my shackle of thought tackle you while I’m educating
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| your dome’s resonating from inhalation of darkness
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| while I spark the smart shit from what you waiting
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| since you waiting me at the top of the pile
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| wild delaware file, pennsylvanian, sub-terranean style
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| step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the champagne
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| king like evelyn leaving you leveled and
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| sabatoged, it's all camaflouge like the devil and guns
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| and coke peddling, olympic medaling flashback
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| that of a war veteran, blast at the programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back
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| on some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop
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| that swooped down through your roof without sound
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| on a lyrical Nat Turner mission, reacting off of intuition
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| continuously alert, no intermission
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| if your ears hurt, you shouldn’t listen
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| that means you artificial and my style’ll poison your brain tissue
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| your inanes are crippled once the gamma rays hit you
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| my grains habitual and I should never go against
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| the ritual I’ve been mastering ever since
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| I was among the flavor youth, remain sharper than a saber tooth
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| my deliverance is self-evidance
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| vi-tal, lyri-cal science
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| NOW!!!
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| (Black Thought)
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| Who knows what you snorted
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| or who support what you recorded
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| but don’t get it distorted, in this orbit you’re aborted
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| ???, shit's imported, exported
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| styles, they get sported my paragraphs aortic behold
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| the illest medely got you in the choke hold
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| illadel epilouge, top league plus plush in Vogue
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| slice tongues from your area code
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| student of life with the rugged exterior mode
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| blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine
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| I walk the thin line and hold mine, let the people respond
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| it’s mind detect mind
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| swine decline let the power refine
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| build like it’s 1999
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| in this day and time
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| the reptillion rooms, the sextillion tons
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| your armageddon gwan come from the sun
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| untouchable cuts that’s unclutchable for some to understand
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| so y’all sit back and wonder damn
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| I like to take this time to show you who I am original man, Black Thought, aka lieutenant
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| Malik B’ll be the m-ill-i-tant
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| known to vanish in the atmosphere
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| we up there like the stratos |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Alibi, artist - The Roots. Album song Home Grown! The Beginner's Guide To Understanding The Roots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп