The Roots - Respond/react - Sözleri

Its jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy  

 Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half"  

 Boy, we comin' with the action pack  

 On some Dundee shit representin' the outback  

 (Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from  

 2-1-5  

 (You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All the way live from 2-1-5  

 (Across the map, one time for your...) All the way live from 2-1-5  

 (Its time to react to respond to react to respond) All the way live from  

 2-1-5  

  

 Chorus:  

 We setting it from south-side pushing this up north  

 From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map  

 To bring it back to respond-react to this  

 Bring it back to respond-react  

  

 Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill-itant  

  

 Master gettin cash in an orderly fashion  

 The attractive assassin, blastin the devil trespassin  

 Message to the fake nigga Flash-in  

 Slow-up Oc before you get dropped  

 And closed like a caption  

 Fractional kids don't know the time for action  

 Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon  

 Round of applause then avalanche a clappin  

 *PLOW* that's what happen, now what's your reaction  

 We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin  

 Specialize in science and math and  

 Original black man  

 Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son  

 Bustin thoughts that pierce your mental defense  

 Rippin your sacks and  

 Simple as addition and subtraction  

 Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one  

 Shorties say they love it with a passion  

 Bring the international charm  

 See a squad I harass  

 REACT  

 You best adapt when I sling this rap  

 Another chapter  

 Before when I have to trap ya  

 Map your whole path out  

 Go get your crowd so we can clap out  

 I drive down streets and take back route- positionin  

 When I'm in your system like glycerin  

 Fans listenin , from Michigan to Switzerland  

 Malik be blitzed again- on the station with the discipline  

 Solicitin , sometimes illicit or explicit with it then  

 From the deep end where the hills are steep  

 Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap  

 The street mentality mixed with the intellect  

 Niggas rebellious  

 Personality, hell where I dwell is well  

 My man caught a shot to the stomach  

 Bodies are found down in the cellars  

 Now who want it  

 Confronted by these dusty blunted- cats  

 Who act like they don't know that the fact is that they're being hunted  

 A process of elimination  

 Activate your mind with the stimulation  

 Enter your zone with penetration  

 I've seen more horror than Brahm Stroker  

 Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha  

 The sometimes socializer  

 You woke the wiser  

 The joke despiser  

 Dealin with the Roots vocalizer  

 I stampede your style  

 Up in your flesh from south Philly to west  

 I'll compile the bless  

 Chorus: 2X  

  

  

 Verse Two: Black Thought/ Malik B  

  

 Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist  

 The beat pimp  

 A chemist of the hemp  

 The ill Philly resident  

 That's far from hesitant  

 Never benevolent  

 Corrupt like a president  

 But poetically prevalent  

 Cooler than peppermint  

 Far from temporary son I'm very permanent  

 The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout represent  

 Hittin m.c.'s like an intoxicant  

 No doubt, its obviously evident I get bent  

 Sent to prevent  

 Monopoly is my intent  

 The means is what I invent  

 This mental murder pay the rent  

 Lyrically I'm the dominant ingredient  

 The swift extravagant  

 Smooth lubricant  

 Down with the M-the-Ill-itant  

 (ch-ch-ch...) That's the sound of the dynasty chant  

 We surround your camp  

 Assumin the war stance  

 And bring it from the chest  

 Now let's dance  

 M-ILL-ITANT  

 Feel the fifth Gorilla chant  

 Ya'll talk about bodies  

 But you would not kill a ant  

 My skill is amp  

 Would peel a nigga like a stamp  

 Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp  

 When I operate a crop or copulate my game  

 I make a womb populate and 2-1-5th is this stock of hate  

 Peep the logistics  

 Slump your squad of misfits  

 They all get they wrists slit  

 Blast your ass if you insist it  

 Leave no trace so there's no trace for ballistics  

 In particular I've got that extracurricular  

 Turn your soul and body to statistics  

 Slip and they vicking ya  

 Squad in the stash who could be stcking ya  

 Harass your police commissionar  

 Don't like chicks with weaves talking bout "I need conditioner"  

 That shits deader than niggas with a mortioner  

 A gymnanza(?!)  

 Up in your flesh like plasma  

 Take away your last breathe when you got asthma  

 Then meet Bad Lieu down at the plaza  

 Hip-hop extravaganza  

 Tell your man I slump him with a stanza  

 Now who's the boss not Tony Danza  

 P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean  

 My force not green but the force is obscene  

 Brody with my man Miz-Moose and Hakeem  

 My squad from deuce-four up the West Oak Lane  

 All the way to Takahwana and Frankfurt they know the name  

 It's like that... M-Ill-itant  

  

 Chorus to fade

														   

														   



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