The Roots

The Roots - Roots And Aphillyation Unreleased lyrics

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(feat. Aphillyation)



Yo I trash you, smash you from the state's capital 

All you see is flashing lights 

A whole community ready to fight 

One thousand MC's attack the mic 

Nubians died and came back to life 

Most of ya'll ant to a gaint, so try me 

Don't you see the danger signs? 

Niggas I've dared slimy 

I give the chant and the youth fam a rain dance around me 

I make it storm and thunder 

When you from amongst us 

Dig your boots, roll up the ? on your tomb 

Going with shrooms, rhymes starin at the moon 

I set the sun in early afternoons 

Send out signals to get you back in tune 

All light weight niggas will get vacuumed 



[Black Thought] 

I hit this mid-life crisis ten years before thirty 

And stay in time, fuck fair ones, we fight dirty 

We rally in the shadows of night and strike early 

While your sight blurry, the blind fury 

Fifth cal-vary 

We to the rescue 

Then rhyme battle like them crime battles depress too 

Bullets in the wall of your chest too 

And plus whoever you standin next to 

The ambu-lance will come and collect you 

I ripped you with the dart 

Sect' true with the art 

It's deeper than your classical Mozart 

Your pop or R&B charts 

Can never see Thought flows, is on some Philly shit 

Murder one penmanship, the uninnocent 

Cul-prit, MC's is insulted 

And my affiliates/Aphillyates is high voltage 



[Malik B] 

I walk through the smog with the fog light on in the morning 

No ? without warning, I'm brain storming 

Sketch the blueprint, lookin through tinted to mutant 

Cause disorderly nusiance with pollutants 

Advance on your stance, incite a cobra in October 

Combine minds will take you over even when it's cold out 



Whatever you say don't matter, disrespect and get splattered 

The fact that you sunnin lotta niggas got me flattered 

When they heard it was me, they all scattered 

Notts Family love practice, we cock back for satisfaction 

Pull on wear and bulletproofs is the fashion 

On stings, we stackin 

And fifty raid the crib, we stil clappin 

We tear the club up from state to state 

Bouncin back to the bullet state, holdin the eight 

Like Onyx, we Shut Em Down 

Wack crews, we lay em down 

We all organizing, while you idolizing 

And when the guns bust, it's the bullets that you can't trust 

Kiss the barrel on your knees before I ripped you up 

Aphillyation and The Roots, c'mon give it up 

Wit these lyrics that'll hit you from your nuts up 



Quest the barber, last illest rhyme author 

If I can't catch you, best believe my ill squad'll off ya 

Wit the sparker, seven shot departure 

Five of those caught ya 

Sneak attack competition I taught ya 

Any conflict I come equipped 

Swift with the riot spit 

Makin cats backflip from my vocals in this rap shit 

Where fake rappers get capped shit 

Found in the dumpster with they cap's split 

Double check, you shoulda packed it 

Empty clips ain't never clapped shit 

Retaliation, you lacked it 

Now your back's against the wall, plastered 



Ditto, this is that shit that got six fillin our vest 

?? fillin our chest, cuz when hell's lit, we the best 

You ever heard in this shit, we spit degrees 

That'll freeze, melt, and bring life to the shit 

Yo like atoms we split, eye to eye we sit 

Declare war within, defeatin war with men 

Now who can beat us 

When you was watered 

Our mens tore it down, start settin up shop 

It's building blocks, now the cops can't stop what we got 

It's too HOT 

Locals hassle niggas till they drop 

Get caught up in spots and what not 

But we dead not 

Can't hit us with beams or glocks 

I'm afraid not cuz all the above said and said not
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Language: English

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