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Clones

The Roots
2005-11-154:51 minSynced lyrics

"Clones" is a song by The Roots, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:51 long and contains 100 lines and 889 words.

Lyrics

0:05Yeah to all the Jim Carrey a** large co op
0:09What I'm saying large co op what the f**k
0:13To the clones we bless the domes
0:17Blow the vial you know my style large co op
0:21Freestyle all the way son
0:22Dice
0:24First of all let's talk about these ill capers
0:26And fly a** fronting b**ches that now caught vapors
0:29Niggaz run up on you with guns snatching papers
0:32Outlined body chalk is how they would scrape ya
0:34From off the pavement I hate getting locked up
0:37Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
0:39But then the bible never saved sh*t
0:42I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
0:45You wanna slang crack or hold tecs and do the concept
0:48You can't make loot when your moms is smoking up the product
0:50I try to tell ya don't let these streets f**king fail ya
0:53The way niggaz be getting clapped sh*t'll f**king scare ya
0:56But in the dark we ran wild so we killing em
0:58Niggaz scared can't stand still like f**king helium
1:01Fake niggaz they don't go platinum they go aluminum
1:03Got em cloned the f**k up son that's why we losing em
1:06I'm looking at this niggaz longevity
1:08To make a big play but then it might be a mistake
1:12Cuz if I get sent to d c I'm sending dice to de
1:14With three p's so when I get out he can see me
1:17For real cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
1:19The snake will be that b**ch and that rat will be that cool cat
1:22With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
1:24Master allah rule savior never clone
1:37Yo I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
1:40Disgrace your date put your title to waste
1:43Dominant lyrical grace from a place called wild
1:46Illadelph isle pensy that's the residency
1:48Consist in currency my pockets never empty
1:51Some cats believe they MC but we know they all fraud
1:54Do a show in philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
1:56Nobody know your record nor who you opening for
1:59Can tell your squad's artificial while approaching the door
2:01So you should prepare for lyrical terror that's pure
2:04Step up to the reservoir of the soul proprietor style
2:07Messiah or the higher law down with dice raw
2:10The matador shorty conniseur
2:12Stomping whatever you build to the floor
2:14Similar to that of a dinosaur
2:16I told you I'm the rap predator
2:18You insist to imitate what for
2:20Superstar niggaz is ten percent real ninety percent invented
2:23For a f**king record deal
2:25Coming with something veterans can't feel
2:27I hit you like a steel anvil
2:28Because you grafted off the next man's skill
2:30But still I remain mellow seeing the theatrics of Othello
2:34Run over tactics of the
2:36C l o n e s fess
2:39The phoniest cats is felonious word
2:52Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
2:55Block trooper conniseur of fine cannabis
2:57Focus never weak blow up the spot like plastique
3:00Leave a ni**a shook to the point he won't speak
3:02Never half assed always live and direct
3:05On b**ches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
3:08Mad lights I had to black out when fake niggaz act out
3:11Or step out of place they get slapped in they face
3:13All y'all niggaz is fake trying to emulate my style
3:15What grown man in this game to me you're a child
3:18I trained wack MC's in camps like ex marines
3:21Why the f**k you think you went home and had bad dreams
3:23Of horrifying things that your a** never seen before
3:27You traveled to the realm of dice raw
3:29Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
3:32It's not your fault black just the fact you wasn't shown
3:34You'll come through this like a smurf
3:36I got you rolling stop off the earth
3:37Represent while I been like this since birth
3:39And I won't be the last but I definitely was the first
3:42Dice raw big car Logan's isle sol dier
3:56Don't come across that line or pay a cost
3:58Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
4:01Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
4:04Deranger lyrical launcher or station
4:06No conversation is needed my task completed
4:09Read a ni**a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
4:11Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
4:14You laid on your lap when I attack your glamorous
4:17Lifestyle I banged your head up with the white fowl
4:20My character a product of this two one fifth trife style
4:22I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
4:25Balance the talking that galactic style as of a falcon
4:28Your star trek a** will wrinkle
4:29Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
4:31Cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
4:33My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
4:35Whether small middle sized or tall niggaz
4:38Just tie your name next when I start to x
4:41Giving out flex pains of death so f**k a rain check
4:44The insane vet whether you ganked the brain wet
4:46You proceed to lame check the opposite of same sex
4:49I annihilate your type if you violate
4:51Making your blood rush you post never a higher rate
Yeah to all the Jim Carrey a** large co op
What I'm saying large co op what the f**k
To the clones we bless the domes
Blow the vial you know my style large co op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice
First of all let's talk about these ill capers
And fly a** fronting b**ches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns snatching papers
Outlined body chalk is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement I hate getting locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved sh*t
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack or hold tecs and do the concept
You can't make loot when your moms is smoking up the product
I try to tell ya don't let these streets f**king fail ya
The way niggaz be getting clapped sh*t'll f**king scare ya
But in the dark we ran wild so we killing em
Niggaz scared can't stand still like f**king helium
Fake niggaz they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the f**k up son that's why we losing em
I'm looking at this niggaz longevity
To make a big play but then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to d c I'm sending dice to de
With three p's so when I get out he can see me
For real cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that b**ch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master allah rule savior never clone
Yo I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace from a place called wild
Illadelph isle pensy that's the residency
Consist in currency my pockets never empty
Some cats believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you opening for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approaching the door
So you should prepare for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or the higher law down with dice raw
The matador shorty conniseur
Stomping whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate what for
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real ninety percent invented
For a f**king record deal
Coming with something veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow seeing the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C l o n e s fess
The phoniest cats is felonious word
Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a ni**a shook to the point he won't speak
Never half assed always live and direct
On b**ches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake trying to emulate my style
What grown man in this game to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's in camps like ex marines
Why the f**k you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things that your a** never seen before
You traveled to the realm of dice raw
Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a smurf
I got you rolling stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice raw big car Logan's isle sol dier
Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher or station
No conversation is needed my task completed
Read a ni**a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two one fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talking that galactic style as of a falcon
Your star trek a** will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small middle sized or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I start to x
Giving out flex pains of death so f**k a rain check
The insane vet whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your type if you violate
Making your blood rush you post never a higher rate

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