Clones - The Roots.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : ABDULBASIT, MALIK SMART/BLENMAN, PHILIP/BOONE, STEVE/COLLINS, TARIQ/JENKINS, KARL B/SAUNDERS, KENYAT
[00:07.006]To all the Jim Carrey-ass, Mars Co-op
[00:09.736]KnowhatI'msayin? Mars Co-op, what the ****?
[00:14.048]To the clones, we bless the domes
[00:17.630]Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
[00:21.074]Freestyle all the way, son
[00:22.680]Dice
[00:23.728][Verse 1: M.A.R.S]
[00:24.451]First of all, let's talk about these ill capers
[00:26.749]And fly-ass frontin' bi***es that now caught vapors
[00:29.534]Niggas run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
[00:32.284]Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
[00:34.851]From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
[00:37.412]'Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
[00:40.205]But then The Bible never saved shit
[00:42.173]I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
[00:45.438]You wanna slang crack, or hold TEC's, and do the concept
[00:48.005]You can't make loot when your moms is smokin' up the product
[00:50.758]I try to tell ya, don't let these streets ****in' fail ya
[00:53.426]The way niggas be gettin' clapped, the shit'll ****in' scare ya!
[00:55.985]But in the dark, we ran wild, son, we killin' 'em
[00:58.826]Niggas scared, can't stand still like ****in' helium
[01:01.385]Fake niggas, they don't go platinum, they go aluminum
[01:04.152]Got 'em cloned the **** up, son, that's why we losin' 'em
[01:06.529]I'm lookin' at this nigga's longevity
[01:08.934]To make a big play, but then, it might be a mistake
[01:11.675]'Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to D.E
[01:14.366]With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me
[01:17.281]For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats
[01:19.637]The snake will be that bitch, and that rat will be that cool cat
[01:22.190]With swollen pockets, we gonna take you back home
[01:24.712]Master-Allah-Rule-Savior, never clone
[01:37.625][Verse 2: Black Thought]
[01:38.241]Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
[01:41.410]Disgrace your date, put your title to waste
[01:43.656]Dominant lyrical grace from a place
[01:46.568]Called wild Illadel' Val', Pennsy — that's the residency
[01:49.066]Consistent currency, my pocket's never empty
[01:51.508]Some cats believe they emcee, but we know they all fraud!
[01:54.414]Do a show in Philly, niggas wouldn't applaud
[01:56.512]Nobody know your record, nor who you openin' for
[01:59.286]Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door
[02:01.911]So you should prepare for lyrical terror that's pure
[02:04.460]Step up to the reservoir of the soul proprietor style Messiah
[02:08.284]Or the kaya lord down with Dice Raw
[02:10.534]The matador, shorty connoisseur
[02:12.750]Stompin' whatever you build to the floor
[02:15.130]Similar to that of a dinosaur, I told you I'm the rap predator
[02:17.668]You insist to imitate — what for?!
[02:20.584]Superstar niggas is 10% real
[02:22.614]90% invented for a ****in' record deal
[02:25.148]Comin' with somethin' veterans can't feel
[02:27.528]I hit you like a steel anvil because you grafted off the next man's skill
[02:31.491]But still, I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
[02:34.686]But know the tactics of the P.L.O
[02:36.866]These C-L-O-N-E-S fess
[02:39.384]The phoniest cats is felonious, word!
[02:52.270][Verse 3: Dice Raw]
[02:52.844]Dice Raw, the juvenile lyricist, corner-store terrorist
[02:55.322]Block trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
[02:57.912]Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
[03:00.459]Leave a nigga shook to the point he won't speak
[03:03.028]Never half-assed, always live and direct
[03:06.202]On bitches try to punk, smell the panty and raw sex
[03:08.384]Mad lights I had to black out when fake niggas act out
[03:10.946]Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
[03:13.706]All y'all niggas is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
[03:17.638]What grown man? In this game, to me, you're a child
[03:18.930]I trained wack emcees in camps like ex-Marines
[03:21.526]Why the **** you think you went home and had bad dreams?
[03:24.146]Of horrifyin' things that your ass never seen before
[03:27.436]You traveled through the realm of Dice Raw
[03:29.444]Where clones get they domes blown with chrome microphones
[03:32.122]It's not your fault, black, just the fact you wasn't shown
[03:35.300]Don't come through this like a smurf, unnatural, it's not from this Earth
[03:39.078]Represent, well, I've been like this since birth
[03:45.216]And I won't be the last, but I definitely was the first!
[03:46.322]Dice Raw, big car Logan Val' soldier
[03:55.866][Verse 4: Malik B]
[03:56.420]Don't come across that line, or pay a cost
[03:58.666]Knuckle games and hammer cocked, ain't nothin' sweet or soft
[04:01.372]Win, lose or draw, to the jaw take one
[04:03.768]Deranged lyrical launcher on station
[04:06.638]No conversation is needed, my task completed
[04:09.228]Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
[04:11.804]Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis, you ignoramuses
[04:14.580]You laid on your lap when I attacked your glamorous
[04:17.585]Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the right fowl
[04:20.204]My character a product of this 2-1-5th trife style!
[04:22.614]I breeze through areas niggas would fear to walk in
[04:25.294]Balance the talkin', that galactic style is of a Vulcan
[04:28.214]Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle, spill these words and form into a sprinkle
[04:31.662]Cat, you're brought up and the name of twinkle
[04:33.310]My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggas
[04:36.185]Whether small, middle-sized or tall niggas
[04:38.634]Just sign your name next when I start to X
[04:41.022]Givin' out flesh pains of death, so **** a rain check
[04:44.222]The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
[04:46.543]You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex
[04:49.425]I annihilate your type if you violate
[04:51.852]Makin' your blood rush, your pulse now at a higher rate