The Lesson-The Roots
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Verse one：black thought
Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray kangol's
With 555 soul's from the streets
Of the ill a delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain
N***az is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways
Where n***az get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips
For your spine or
Either remain calm
Catch a rhyme
To your mind
N***az ya know my style
I run amotherf**kin rapmuk
When malik get a u haul truck
I stand five
Foot seven
In command of the party
And scam like uncle sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam
Cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro
That get the dough
It's the philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo
Like a n***a that boost polo
Steppin through the corridor
Of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than before
With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw
Dice raw
Get up on the mic
My young poor
I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core
Old school like eighty four
I never die
And raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back
On time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain
I overcome
N***az want styles then I throw you some
Show you some
Get on the mic and take it over son
Dice raw
The motherf**kin wild noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
Verse two：dice raw
Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac
Travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t
Kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack
Full of ill s**t that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me
Rippin heads off from the seams
N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean
He heh ha ha ha
I beat down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac
With all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name
Upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul
With lyrics high
To make n***az stop drop and roll
Now check me out one time
For your a*s
Fat styles equivalent
Of an aids infected glock blast
N***az know my style
Plus they know they want more
Props from mount vernon
To mount rushmore
Ok kid
You know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my a*s
I'm twice
Dice
N***a de raw
Never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball
My style's ill
I slam like hulk hogan
Dice raw bettin on my arm
N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
N***az better watch they step
Fat bull catch wreck
Ill
Gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
N***az know my style
When I go the whole nine
I beat down punks
Cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad
My style's smooth like white owl
Blunts
So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite
I'm raw daddy
Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep
My composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt
Motherf**ker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask br
O
Th
E
R
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like
Summertime
Laid back
To recline
In my la z boy chair
Dice raw
The wild noid
I'm the f**k up outta here
Lyrically versatile
My rap definition is wild
I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
Restin on deuce trey
And used to boost gray kangol's
With 555 soul's from the streets
Of the ill a delphiadaic insane
For monetary gain
N***az is slain on the train
It's homicide
For wealth stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways
Where n***az get grazed in the back
From stray shots
Clips with hollow tips
For your spine or
Either remain calm
Catch a rhyme
To your mind
N***az ya know my style
I run amotherf**kin rapmuk
When malik get a u haul truck
I stand five
Foot seven
In command of the party
And scam like uncle sam
I'm never caught up in the glass eye
Of your action cam
Cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro
That get the dough
It's the philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for dolo
I bag solo
Like a n***a that boost polo
Steppin through the corridor
Of metaphors
Lookin over my left
Shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than before
With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw
Dice raw
Get up on the mic
My young poor
I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core
Old school like eighty four
I never die
And raps till my lungs collapse
Then relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back
On time
When I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain
I overcome
N***az want styles then I throw you some
Show you some
Get on the mic and take it over son
Dice raw
The motherf**kin wild noid
Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
Verse two：dice raw
Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac
Travel round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t
Kid
I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
With my knapsack
Full of ill s**t that I just boosted
From the corner store when I let loose more
Flavor that's me
Rippin heads off from the seams
N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean
He heh ha ha ha
I beat down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my style flows out great
And superspectac
With all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack
Now do you feel the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name
Upon the train I got so much pride
I got so much soul
With lyrics high
To make n***az stop drop and roll
Now check me out one time
For your a*s
Fat styles equivalent
Of an aids infected glock blast
N***az know my style
Plus they know they want more
Props from mount vernon
To mount rushmore
Ok kid
You know my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor that you want
I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my a*s
I'm twice
Dice
N***a de raw
Never take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the wall
Like playin handball
My style's ill
I slam like hulk hogan
Dice raw bettin on my arm
N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
N***az better watch they step
Fat bull catch wreck
Ill
Gots ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
N***az know my style
When I go the whole nine
I beat down punks
Cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad
My style's smooth like white owl
Blunts
So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
If ya don't well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite
I'm raw daddy
Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme
I gots ta keep
My composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt
Motherf**ker in the tenth grade
Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade
Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know better ask br
O
Th
E
R
Cause he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the microphone
It's like
Summertime
Laid back
To recline
In my la z boy chair
Dice raw
The wild noid
I'm the f**k up outta here
