Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with The mouth that I talk with, the terror that I stalk with Now it's time
these clones is missing in Action, mysterious magnetic attraction wit' that thing My melody like Nat King and MC's is so uninteresting Forever givin' y'all the next best thing
You are all... We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death
翻訳: ルーツ. 行為ウォン..物事がバラバラになる.
son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost
of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state of things in the world bout to change Black rain fallin
: Chorus: repeat 4X Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart [Malik B] Yo, I walk a-cross this
fathom a grasp because [Elo] Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical *Bitch* my raps trick your optical Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart
checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin with The Roots that's as good as it
we about to give you what you need y'all Without a doubt [Black Thought] Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots
5th They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat The Roots
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
: What? Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it
: ("You'll soon depart.." *echoes from the last track*) Chorus: Malik B (2X) Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that
with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart
is hopeless, you really need to focus On who's the fuckin dopelist or wind up hopeless Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup some fuckin loot, only thing
First we handling first things, I'm subsurface un-seen Grat'll hold planet by purse strings MC's are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things
my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions
