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    Roots Come Alive
    Ouvir álbum completo Roots Come Alive Ano de lançamento: 1999

    1. Live At The T-Connection
    2. The Next Movement
    3. Step Into The Realm
    4. Proceed
    5. Mellow My Man/Jusufckwithis
    6. Love Of My Life
    7. The Ultimate
    8. Don't See Us
    9. 100% Dundee
    10. Adrenaline!
    11. Essaywhuman?!???!!!
    12. Silent Treatment
    13. The Notic
    14. You Got Me
    15. Encore
    1. What You Want
    2. We Got You
    3. The Lesson-Part III (It's Over Now)
    4. All I Know
    5. Ya'll Know Who
    6. For The Love Of Money

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    [Scratch intro]

    Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x
    Once again 'gain
    Once again 'gain
    Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen
    Once again 'gain
    Once again 'gain
    Once again 'gain 'gain
    Yo, Adrenaline

    [Black Thought]
    Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on
    And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan
    I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan
    Sells a squads off like a slave auction
    Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution
    On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan
    Yo, my age an algebraic equation
    Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion
    Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son
    M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son
    You don't want no more son? That's when more come
    And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling
    Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit
    We hit em like the L at 60th and Market
    South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it
    Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets
    Split back this like we the therapist
    Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again

    Chorus

    [Malik B]
    Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up
    Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt
    You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin
    Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't
    Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet
    Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm
    Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone
    I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne
    I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls
    Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil
    The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it
    Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing
    I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton
    Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the
    Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot
    Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again

    Chorus

    [Dice Raw]
    Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages
    Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches
    Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages
    Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is
    North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is
    You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative
    A-D devise rise, I fathered it
    So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid
    Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit
    Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did
    Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted
    You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids
    Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges
    You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters
    Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas
    I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again

    Chorus

    [Beanie Siegal]
    They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them
    Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin
    First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em
    Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em
    Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em?
    Don't die in the shit that you lyin in
    Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em
    Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him
    Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson
    First class air crafts what I'm flyin in
    To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them
    Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them
    Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em
    Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them
    Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them
    Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em
    But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them
    Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them
    Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them
    Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em
    I know shit right now gettin dark to them
    Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em
    Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em
    These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again

    Chorus

    [Scratch outro]

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