The Lesson
The Roots"The Lesson" เป็นเพลงของ The Roots, 2005, Pop ความยาว 3:59, 155 lines / 777 words
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0:21Verse oneblack thought
0:21Lyrically versatile
0:23My rap definition is wild
0:25I wrote graffiti as a juvenile
0:27Restin on deuce trey
0:28And used to boost gray kangol's
0:31With 555 soul's from the streets
0:32Of the ill a delphiadaic insane
0:34For monetary gain
0:36N***az is slain on the train
0:37It's homicide
0:38For wealth stealth missions for crack
0:39In the alleyways
0:40Where n***az get grazed in the back
0:42From stray shots
0:43Clips with hollow tips
0:44For your spine or
0:45Either remain calm
0:46Catch a rhyme
0:47To your mind
0:48N***az ya know my style
0:49I run amotherf**kin rapmuk
0:51When malik get a u haul truck
0:53I stand five
0:53Foot seven
0:54In command of the party
0:56And scam like uncle sam
0:57I'm never caught up in the glass eye
0:59Of your action cam
1:00Cause I'm down low
1:01Artistic exquisite rap pro
1:03That get the dough
1:04It's the philly borough dread
1:06Thoroughbread for dolo
1:06I bag solo
1:07Like a n***a that boost polo
1:09Steppin through the corridor
1:10Of metaphors
1:11Lookin over my left
1:12Shoulder the mic
1:13Still feel colder than before
1:15With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw
1:17Dice raw
1:17Get up on the mic
1:19My young poor
1:19I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour
1:22Surely real to the core
1:23Old school like eighty four
1:25I never die
1:26And raps till my lungs collapse
1:27Then relax until my knack for tracks
1:29Bring it back
1:30On time
1:31When I rhyme my rep remain
1:33Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain
1:35I overcome
1:36N***az want styles then I throw you some
1:38Show you some
1:39Get on the mic and take it over son
1:41Dice raw
1:42The motherf**kin wild noid
1:43Get on the mic and perpetratin is void
1:45Verse twodice raw
1:46Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects
1:49My style like an old mac
1:50Travel round and catch wreck
1:51I'm ill versatile
1:52With the skill no more
1:54Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore
1:56Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t
1:59Kid
1:59I do mad damage but never will catch a bid
2:02With my knapsack
2:03Full of ill s**t that I just boosted
2:05From the corner store when I let loose more
2:07Flavor that's me
2:08Rippin heads off from the seams
2:10N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean
2:12He heh ha ha ha
2:12I beat down on they heads like drum machines
2:15Or 808's cause my style flows out great
2:18And superspectac
2:19With all the raw rap
2:20Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack
2:24Now do you feel the pain of course
2:26I guess you're believin that I'm insane
2:28When I'm taggin my name
2:29Upon the train I got so much pride
2:31I got so much soul
2:32With lyrics high
2:33To make n***az stop drop and roll
2:35Now check me out one time
2:37For your a*s
2:38Fat styles equivalent
2:39Of an aids infected glock blast
2:41N***az know my style
2:42Plus they know they want more
2:43Props from mount vernon
2:45To mount rushmore
2:46Ok kid
2:47You know my style is buckwild literature
2:49That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular
2:52Flavor that you want
2:53I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class
2:55Teachers can kiss my a*s
2:56I'm twice
2:57Dice
2:58N***a de raw
2:58Never take a bad fall
3:00Smack your head up against the wall
3:01Like playin handball
3:02My style's ill
3:03I slam like hulk hogan
3:05Dice raw bettin on my arm
3:06N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath
3:08N***az better watch they step
3:10Fat bull catch wreck
3:11Ill
3:11Gots ta keep you in check
3:13With the hellified beats and hard rhymes
3:15N***az know my style
3:16When I go the whole nine
3:18I beat down punks
3:19Cut em up into fruit chunks
3:20Like fruit salad
3:21My style's smooth like white owl
3:23Blunts
3:24So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it
3:26If ya don't well then forget it
3:27My rap style's exquisite
3:28I'm raw daddy
3:29Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme
3:32I gots ta keep
3:33My composure
3:34Where I'm from it's like a whole different world
3:36Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel
3:39Most corrupt
3:40Motherf**ker in the tenth grade
3:41Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade
3:44Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
3:47If you wanna know better ask br
3:49O
3:49Th
3:49E
3:50R160
3:50Cause he know the time like I know the time
3:52When I grab the microphone
3:53It's like
3:54Summertime
3:55Laid back
3:55To recline
3:56In my la z boy chair
3:57Dice raw
3:58The wild noid
3:59I'm the f**k up outta here
Verse oneblack thought Lyrically versatile My rap definition is wild I wrote graffiti as a juvenile Restin on deuce trey And used to boost gray kangol's With 555 soul's from the streets Of the ill a delphiadaic insane For monetary gain N***az is slain on the train It's homicide For wealth stealth missions for crack In the alleyways Where n***az get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips For your spine or Either remain calm Catch a rhyme To your mind N***az ya know my style I run amotherf**kin rapmuk When malik get a u haul truck I stand five Foot seven In command of the party And scam like uncle sam I'm never caught up in the glass eye Of your action cam Cause I'm down low Artistic exquisite rap pro That get the dough It's the philly borough dread Thoroughbread for dolo I bag solo Like a n***a that boost polo Steppin through the corridor Of metaphors Lookin over my left Shoulder the mic Still feel colder than before With this jazz s**t I hit your jaw Dice raw Get up on the mic My young poor I be the n***a blowin up the spot on tour Surely real to the core Old school like eighty four I never die And raps till my lungs collapse Then relax until my knack for tracks Bring it back On time When I rhyme my rep remain Either go against the grain or your a*s is found slain I overcome N***az want styles then I throw you some Show you some Get on the mic and take it over son Dice raw The motherf**kin wild noid Get on the mic and perpetratin is void Verse twodice raw Ya leave n***az missin in action like their dads in the projects My style like an old mac Travel round and catch wreck I'm ill versatile With the skill no more Wack mc's wanna flex but their styles they bore Got to know the real meaning of the ill s**t Kid I do mad damage but never will catch a bid With my knapsack Full of ill s**t that I just boosted From the corner store when I let loose more Flavor that's me Rippin heads off from the seams N***az didn't play like jeru and come clean He heh ha ha ha I beat down on they heads like drum machines Or 808's cause my style flows out great And superspectac With all the raw rap Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka crack Now do you feel the pain of course I guess you're believin that I'm insane When I'm taggin my name Upon the train I got so much pride I got so much soul With lyrics high To make n***az stop drop and roll Now check me out one time For your a*s Fat styles equivalent Of an aids infected glock blast N***az know my style Plus they know they want more Props from mount vernon To mount rushmore Ok kid You know my style is buckwild literature That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular Flavor that you want I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class Teachers can kiss my a*s I'm twice Dice N***a de raw Never take a bad fall Smack your head up against the wall Like playin handball My style's ill I slam like hulk hogan Dice raw bettin on my arm N***az know my slogan while I breathe your last breath N***az better watch they step Fat bull catch wreck Ill Gots ta keep you in check With the hellified beats and hard rhymes N***az know my style When I go the whole nine I beat down punks Cut em up into fruit chunks Like fruit salad My style's smooth like white owl Blunts So whatcha want if you got beef then come get it If ya don't well then forget it My rap style's exquisite I'm raw daddy Like n***az with no trojans on the stage when I rhyme I gots ta keep My composure Where I'm from it's like a whole different world Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel Most corrupt Motherf**ker in the tenth grade Juvenile cause jeff mckay could not fade Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin If you wanna know better ask br O Th E R160 Cause he know the time like I know the time When I grab the microphone It's like Summertime Laid back To recline In my la z boy chair Dice raw The wild noid I'm the f**k up outta here
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