Lyrics Clones.lrc The Roots
[id: pshjszgd]
[ar: The Roots]
[al: Illadelph Halflife]
[ti: Clones]
[length: 04:54]
[00:05.02]Yeah, to all the jim carrey ass large co-op
[00:10.37]Knowhati’msayin? large co-op, what the fuck?
[00:14.02]To the clones, we bless the domes
[00:17.93]Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
[00:21.53]Freestyle all the way son
[00:23.68]Dice
[00:24.65]Verse one: m.a.r.s.
[00:26.39]First of all let’s talk about these ill capers
[00:27.64]And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors
[00:29.29]Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers
[00:31.97]Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
[00:34.78]From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
[00:37.48]Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
[00:39.90]But then the Bible never saved shit
[00:42.03]I guess that’s why every juvenile is in the same predicament
[00:45.17]You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
[00:47.86]You can’t make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
[00:50.56]I try to tell ya, don’t let these streets fuckin fail ya
[00:53.31]The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit’ll fuckin scare ya
[00:56.04]But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
[00:58.52]Niggaz scared, can’t stand still, like fuckin helium
[01:01.27]Fake niggaz, they don’t go platinum they go aluminum
[01:03.91]Got em cloned the fuck up son, that’s why we losin em
[01:06.45]I’m lookin at this niggaz longevity
[01:08.39]To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
[01:11.43]Cuz if I get sent to d.c., I’m sendin dice to de
[01:14.49]With three p’s, so when I get out, he can see me
[01:16.85]For real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
[01:19.46]The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
[01:22.51]With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
[01:24.88]Master allah rule savior, never clone
[01:28.27]Verse two: black thought
[01:31.30]
[01:37.69]Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
[01:40.71]Disgrace your date put your title to waste
[01:43.20]Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
[01:46.12]Illadelph isle pensy, that’s the residency
[01:48.89]Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
[01:51.46]Some cats, believe they mc but we know they all fraud
[01:54.12]Do a show in philly niggaz wouldn’t applaud
[01:56.43]Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
[01:59.15]Can tell your squad’s artificial while approachin the door
[02:01.60]So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that’s pure
[02:04.31]Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
[02:08.74]Messiah or, the higher law down with dice raw
[02:11.40]The matador, shorty conniseur
[02:12.74]Stompin whatever you build to the floor
[02:14.52]Similar to that of a dinosaur
[02:16.67]I told you I’m the rap predator
[02:18.31]You insist to imitate, what for?
[02:20.23]Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
[02:23.52]For a fuckin record deal
[02:25.03]Comin with somethin veterans can’t feel
[02:27.11]I hit you like a steel anvil
[02:29.04]Because you grafted off the next man’s skill
[02:31.18]But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of othello
[02:34.20]Run over tactics of the
[02:36.78]C-l-o/n-e-s fess
[02:39.28]The phoniest cats is felonious (word)
[02:45.55]Verse three: dice raw
[02:48.06]
[02:52.44]Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
[02:55.19]Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
[02:57.64]Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
[03:00.11]Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won’t speak
[03:02.89]Never half-assed, always live and direct
[03:05.35]On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
[03:08.32]Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
[03:11.02]Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
[03:14.14]All y’all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
[03:16.08]What grown man? in this game, to me you’re a child
[03:18.54]I trained wack mc’s, in camps like ex-marines
[03:21.68]Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
[03:24.14]Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
[03:27.54]You traveled to the realm of dice raw
[03:29.69]Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
[03:32.19]It’s not your fault black, just the fact you wasn’t shown
[03:34.65]You’ll come through this like a smurf
[03:36.34]I got you rollin stop off the earth
[03:39.41]Represent while I been like this since birth
[03:40.63]And I won’t be the last but I definitely was the first
[03:42.76]Diceraw big car logan’s isle sol-dier
[03:46.95]Verse four: malik b
[03:49.44]
[03:56.35]Don’t come across that line or pay a cost
[03:58.60]Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain’t nothing sweet or soft
[04:01.16]Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
[04:03.80]Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
[04:06.49]No conversation is needed, my task completed
[04:09.16]Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I’m seated
[04:12.08]Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
[04:14.57]You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
[04:17.22]Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
[04:20.62]My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
[04:22.97]I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
[04:25.27]Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon
[04:28.14]Your star trek ass will wrinkle
[04:30.06]Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
[04:31.81]Cap you’re brought up and the name of twinkle
[04:33.56]My insight will crack the windpipe of y’all niggaz
[04:36.08]Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
[04:38.76]Just tie your name next when I start to x
[04:41.06]Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
[04:44.03]The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
[04:46.74]You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex
[04:49.20]I annihliate your type if you violate
[04:51.58]Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate
[04:53.14]Year of Release: 1996