Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take It There , by - The Roots. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take It There |
| Stand up, stretch for the stars |
| Get somebody else involved right next to ya |
| Y’all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya |
| Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya |
| To just take it there come on and |
| Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare |
| Spine tingle elevating every singular hair |
| All the way from South Philly on a wing and prayer |
| And still bringin' it yeah |
| C’mon take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| Let’s take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| I’m from the side of town |
| Where shots get sprayed around |
| So the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around |
| Downtown battleground where cops parade around |
| Have your whole view of life beyond jaded |
| How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out |
| Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down |
| People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now |
| Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around |
| Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves |
| And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb |
| Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard |
| Let’s emerge, I can feel something close we on the verge |
| Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers |
| And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers |
| Some people rather use they mics than use heaters |
| Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom |
| For real |
| C’mon take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| Let’s take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| Society’s time bomb laying dormant |
| Our people disenfranchised from the free world |
| Oil for food but they still hungry |
| No democracy |
| They said one vote equals one voice |
| But he told you if he can’t work to make it |
| He’ll rob to take it |
| The villains |
| Abandoning the planet and the people |
| Another hot summer yo, they 'bout to flood the prisons |
| This ain’t no do diddley, it’s a do somethin' |
| Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right |
| Straight into them headlights, you get your head right |
| Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike |
| Life quicker than spliff that wouldn’t burn right |
| Make you wanna holla 'bout it |
| It ain’t no doubt about it |
| Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it |
| And I’ll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout’ll count |
| Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the balance |
| The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw |
| Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls |
| Some of y’all toys let the laughter rip roar |
| Heart felt truth in every lyric I spit forth |
| Raise up time to lift off |
| Written on a legal pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board |
| My og, my homey who taught me deal |
| Said in prayer that’s the only time you should ever kneel |
| And that’s real, I’m a take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| C’mon take it there |
| Let’s take it there |
| C’mon take it there |