| Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house
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| And uhh, Malik B, is in the house
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| We’re groovin' out, we’re groovin' out, yes, in the house
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| Roy Ayers, is in the house
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| Yo, my man, my mellow my man, yo, my man, yo, my man
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| Just get on the mic with your master plan
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| I can make you dance, I can make you shout
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| The scripts in the scroll turn the whole party out
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| Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect
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| Why accept? |
| Because it’s from the highest eye and depth
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| Rap extraordinaire, share me never, ever
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| See-through because I be true, Malik’s together
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| Intox' your cells 'til your brain vein swells
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| Niggas’ll claim terror when they’re never parallel
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| Once I have a hunch to diss MC’s that front
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| I just crunch the whole bunch in one big munch
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| I always stand firm, under any term
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| My actions never squirm 'cause my tracks is perm'
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| I have a tendency to defend this MC
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| My residency is simply in Pensy
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| I makes it vivid, on different continents of Earth I pivot
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| It seems extreme and exquisite, but ask it, is it?
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| My style is like a cat from a '70s flick
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| Talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick
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| Or a predator just before he stalks his prey
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| When I talk this way, I do dismay
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| See, you’re puzzled, now, how I think you’re tryin' to juggle
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| My mind is like a 9M double, now there’s trouble
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| The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed
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| I sign off but I shall proceed
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| I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
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| Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly
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| We could get fly, that’s the anthem of my… crew
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| Not to glorify, but it’s sorta high
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| Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye, wonder why?
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| My man can’t vaccinate, y’all know the fate
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| Similar to the way I’m a disease on tape
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| Within a world of hate, many mics I rape
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| To escape Metropolis in such a violent state
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| I spill words over pages, styles over phrases
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| From the world’s different stages, for crowds of different ages
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| Though not a nova, you Witness like Jehovah
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| How niggas beg for lyrical plague to pass 'em over
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| Right? |
| Right, niggas is like stick up kids doin' bids
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| You got caught, enter the Black Thought
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| I interface with bass when I communicate
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| Crowds I elevate to another mind-state of rap thinkin'
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| See, musically the Black thinkin' izm, therefore
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| I give 'em what I’m givin', therefore
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| I give 'em what I’m givin', that’s the hardcore
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| The Roots’ll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed
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| Rockin' on the microphone, I do this well
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| The Roots, The Roots! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hometro/Proceed 2 , by - The Roots. Song from the album Home Grown! The Beginner's Guide To Understanding The Roots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп