- The Roots Can't Stop This 歌詞
- The Roots
- Who is it?
There comes a time
Last of the red hot, lovin emcees
Who came up poor, grits and government cheese
The only thing
I ever really loved in my life , was a mic
Some of my niggaz fell in love with
MPs, come on
Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys
Im tryina get a piece of this government green
And smack em in the melon with another
LPCome on, help a couple people in the struggle get free
We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock
And its hard cause opportunity be scared to knock
And mo people in the hood found dead from cops
Than guns that drop, that sprayed off random shots
But whatcha know good, people say they in the hood fo good
You aint a prisoner, the world got mo to it
Skys the limit, it dont take but a minute
Dont fear for your people, nigga, my hoods yo hood
Yeah, we did it
I know in these tryin times it feels confusin
Thats why
I came to yall to dance to the music
Unless, we face it first and try not to lose it
Even if it gets worse, they cant stop this
Cant stop this,
I want my peoples to rock this
Bang this music in your speakers and boxes
Legs and users, bout as a deep as my thoughts is
Sit back and
Imma paint you a portrait
This stuff can make you think you are lost
This shit can have you exhausted
Just picture the planet and imagine its yours, kid
Dont ever let nobodyknock you outta your orbit
I never seen a bridge we couldnt shuffle across it
We got a lotta people livin a life, thats pure trivia
Real hip hop,
I aint tryina get rid of ya
Cant have that, because here come, the city of
PhillyPut an end to all the trivia, really
Where Im walkin erybody aint pretty or friendly
Its work, my whole life they aint give me a penny
Comin up between a rock and a hard, watchin for
GodPeople, hip hop and with no option at all
Yo, its how its goin down
I know in these tryin times it feels confusin
Thats why
I came to yall to dance to the music
Unless, we face it first and try not to lose it
Even if it gets worse, they cant stop this
We bring the part of raps, the special sounds
The robes long enough to be considered a gown
Thoughts pen is sharp enough to be considered a crown
When the plate come, take some, pass it around
Its the last of the hip hop lovin emcees
In front of an audience that never been pleased
Im comin from all the streets that never been cleaned
And speakin for any faith that never been seen
This debeneir style of my words is high-caliber
Speakin my mind for every day thats on the calendar
Cause Illa been quiet, about as long as
I can handle it
Walked a mile in these boots that
Im standin in
Mellow soul brother with his lyrical dean on
The stages
Im seen on, mic
I fiend on
When its all full of soul thats when it means more
I never hesitate to give a shoulder to lean on, yo
Check it out, man
I know in these tryin times it feels confusin
Thats why
I came to yall to dance to the music
Unless, we face it first and try not to lose it
Even if it gets worse, they cant stop this
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