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    Shanky Don Intro:
    Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The
    Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life
    instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now.

    Black Thought:
    Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize
    They get props from they local guys and try to raise
    Speaching through the mic like "Yo I apologize"
    They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com-
    Plectual sexual side of the rhyme
    When I make love to the mic the crowd respond
    Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club
    So throw your hands up in the air show your love
    We waste not the bangingest beats but make use
    The Roots get you open like parachutes
    Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic?
    Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute
    It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent fine lye
    Delphia empire fifth dynasty
    Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate
    While the fake spectate
    I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin'
    And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent
    But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney
    You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon
    Examinin the compact disc to start rammin'
    To put the diagram in effect and get fly
    On immature MC's who try
    Wake 'em up outta they High School High

    Shakny Don:
    Yo bumbading bumdadabedang
    The Roots crew boy we mash things again
    Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again
    Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island
    Bumbading ripadededang look ? I mash up the scene

    Malik B (M-illa-tant):
    I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed
    Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze
    Insight skin type annalitic cause I live it
    My ? brow pivot over your style like "give it"
    The lyricism I'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion
    Brutalize your section stalk your whole region
    When you blink it's hell then you drink Sifendale
    You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells
    We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches
    Look first comes the money the power then the (?)
    They all will bring you down but I Milliant the sound
    With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town
    Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons
    I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones
    You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it
    Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it
    Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil
    I stay sedated worth a Zantac that's a pill
    It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit
    Stress relates to those who walk around protected

    Shanky Don:
    Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
    The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene
    Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again
    Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
    The Roots crew man them come back again
    Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the islang

    Dice Raw:
    Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outroduction
    Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction
    No frontin' finger on the button of destruction
    Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and
    Step inside the illafifth dungeon
    Where it smells of pungent
    The underwater the brotherly lovin'
    Where crabs get knocked out respect from
    Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em
    The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin'
    Interupting my class when my class is in session
    Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson
    What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin'
    Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen
    It feels good that's when you know it's a sin
    Everytime I rhyme I might get charged for murder
    Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger
    Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves
    Like Kolby and Big Kev on fridays
    Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ?
    Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota

    Shanky Don:
    Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they mash up the lane
    Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again
    Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run things again
    Bumbading bumdadadedang Rufugee Camp step on thee scene
    Bumdading bumdadadedang

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