Текст (слова) песни: The Roots - Distortion to Static

[Verse One: Black Thought]
Yo, I`m every MC, it`s all in me
That`s the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, indeed
Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don`t mean shit
Because my click`ll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix
(It`s Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice
then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles
of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I`m fine and five
Foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
Frightening, like lightning
Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter
that`s makin tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brings swings, when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams like gats with loaded magazines
I`m on the rap scene, repellin fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin I`m not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so distort with Thought, for real
It`s the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin move fakin I isn`t
Niggaz can nah front, I`m poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you`re wonderin what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night
(Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)
Like that y`all, and yo I`m flowin, my part of the song
It`s goin, it`s goin, it`s gone

[Verse Two: Malik B]
Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and herds like some cattle in the steeple
People, there`s no equal, or no sequel
So policies, of equalities, get abolished
Demolished, distortion of the static`s gettin polished
Urges of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it`s quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don`t be poundin like
These, troops, who be`s, Roots
Insult ya, mellow by culture, rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that`s Ultra
I make MC`s dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles
and it jangles under Kangols
Nahh them niggaz don`t want to tangle
Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure
Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure
Baby, you`re sayin maybe, then comin to flex
Now you wonder what`s next... {*laughter*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: The Roots - Distortion to Static [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, I`m every MC, it`s all in me That`s the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, indeed Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada For tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post, but yo that don`t mean shit Because my click`ll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix (It`s Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I`m fine and five Foot seven, inches in height My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights Frightening, like lightning Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter that`s makin tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings and brings swings, when I sings with bass Then distort up in your face like mace Bustin your dreams like gats with loaded magazines I`m on the rap scene, repellin fellas like a vaccine As I, rocks from under blunderin I`m not, lyrically Ya get, shot, get caught so distort with Thought, for real It`s the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly Money makin move fakin I isn`t Niggaz can nah front, I`m poetically exquisite Wicked, with the visit while you`re wonderin what is it Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night (Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic) Like that y`all, and yo I`m flowin, my part of the song It`s goin, it`s goin, it`s gone [Verse Two: Malik B] Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries Words and herds like some cattle in the steeple People, there`s no equal, or no sequel So policies, of equalities, get abolished Demolished, distortion of the static`s gettin polished Urges of splurge and words will just be merged Together, damn it`s quite clever, however You never, can sound alike, lyrics don`t be poundin like These, troops, who be`s, Roots Insult ya, mellow by culture, rhythmatic vulture Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that`s Ultra I make MC`s dangle like a bangle Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles under Kangols Nahh them niggaz don`t want to tangle Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure Baby, you`re sayin maybe, then comin to flex Now you wonder what`s next... {laughter} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Distortion to Static: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/10432.html Все тексты песен: The Roots » The Roots - Silent Treatment 12" » The Roots - Proceed IV (AJ Shine`s Proceed w/o a Pau » The Roots - Good Music » The Roots - Act Too.. The Love Of My Life » The Roots - The Seed 2.0 » The Roots - Silent Treatment (Beatminerz Remix) » The Roots - The Wood Soundtrack » The Roots - The Next Movement » The Roots - For the Love of Money » The Roots - Do You Want More?!??!! » The Roots - Writters Block » The Roots - Break You Off » The Roots - Mellow My Man » The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / From the Groun » The Roots - Organix » The Roots - Double Trouble » The Roots - Common Dust » The Roots - It`s All About You (Not About Me)(remix) » The Roots - Do You Want More?!!??! » The Roots - Intro/There`s Something Goin` On Рекомендуем скачать: » Иванушки International - Малина » Игорь Андриенко - Белое на белом » Иванушки Int. - Билетик в кино » Ирина Терентьева - А вы смотрите не меня, прохожие!.. » Иванушки International - И только дождь стучит » Ирина Салтыкова - Комарики » Иосиф Кобзон - Не покидает нас весна » Игорь Тальков - Стоп! Думаю себе... » Иосиф Кобзон - Приди и позови » Игорь Жук - Монолог кривого зеркала » Игорь Саруханов - Желаю тебе » Ирина Анциферова - Спроси ночь » Игорь Рощин - Посвящение Алексею Кискачи » Игорь Андриенко - Сталкер (Охотник на себя) » Игорь Решетов - Спросишь: откуда свет? Am Am3-/G... » Ирина Терентьева - Твой голос чем-то похож на тень... » Ирина Терентьева - Скажи мне, почему мы слушаем себя... » Иван Кучин - Куст рябины » Игорь Байков - Первый закон баклана » Иосиф Кобзон - Калинка
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