Lyrics Distortion To Static.lrc The Roots
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[ar: The Roots]
[al: Do You Want More?!!!??!]
[ti: Distortion To Static]
[length: 04:18]
[00:30.65]One: Malik B
[00:34.34]Yo, I’m every MC, it’s all in me
[00:36.92]That’s the way it is, when ya gotta be
[00:39.94]Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need
[00:41.90]Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
[00:45.30]Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up
[00:47.71]I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
[00:50.92]Most can play high post, but yo that don’t mean shit
[00:53.13]Because my click’ll make a motherfucker sick
[00:55.59]I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix
[00:58.78](It’s Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
[01:01.37]Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
[01:03.55]Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
[01:06.10]With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice
[01:08.93]then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
[01:11.54]Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles
[01:14.36]of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I’m fine and five
[01:17.09]Foot seven, inches in height
[01:18.78]My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
[01:21.50]Ridin in, like lightning
[01:23.09]Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently
[01:25.26]I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
[01:27.64]Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter
[01:31.09]that’s makin tracks fatter, revolve around
[01:33.09]Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass
[01:36.43]Then distort up in your face like mace
[01:38.40]Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
[01:40.66]I’m on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
[01:43.69]As I, rocks from under blunderin I’m not, lyrically
[01:46.27]Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real
[01:49.69]It’s the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
[01:52.74]Money makin move fakin I isn’t
[01:54.40]Niggaz can nah front, I’m poetically exquisite
[01:57.01]Wicked, with the visit while you’re wonderin what is it
[02:00.09]Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night
[02:02.41](Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)
[02:05.02]Like that y’all, and yo I’m flowin, my part of the song
[02:08.11]It’s goin, it’s goin, it’s gone
[02:29.53]Two: Malik B
[02:31.36]Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary
[02:34.30]Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
[02:37.32]Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple
[02:39.72]People, there’s no equal, or no sequel
[02:42.35]SO policies, of equalities, get abolished
[02:45.12]Demolished, distortion of the static’s gettin polished
[02:47.76]Urges of splurge and words will just be merged
[02:50.50]Together, damn it’s quite clever, however
[02:52.99]You never, can sound alike, lyrics don’t be poundin like
[02:56.15]These, troops, who be’s, Roots
[02:58.38]Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture
[03:01.19]Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that’s Ultra
[03:03.75]I make MC’s dangle like a bangle
[03:05.54]Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles
[03:08.74]under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don’t want to tangle
[03:11.74]Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango
[03:14.14]To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure
[03:17.08]Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure
[03:19.84]Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex
[03:23.01]Now you wonder what’s next…
[03:25.07]Year of Release: 1994