The Roots - Distortion To Static (freestyle Mix) lyrics

[black thought] Ayo i'm just a lyracist, marijuana commenced My personna is blissed, the most pure connoisseur Of literature, that beast on the mic, like a dinosaur Making y'all want more as we enter the encore Kid i'm every mc, it's all in me For all eternity i represent in southern philly Indeed as i thought i proceed and make mc's bleed Fake mc's need to take heed The essence of my presence is a seed Kid i got styles you wouldn't believe ?impress my rap league? The roots poetic and you're pathetic I'm laughing at mc's paragraph, illiterates can't read Or can't seem to conceive, or construct a product That don't s**, but record companies do not give a f** That's why forever after you will hear the laughter As i flip the rap chapter you'll be on your back after It's the master microphone magician Do work that make the people listen Thoughts in mind glisten as your rhyme's missing Hold tight, let's do this right Cause i can see we got a lot of mc's that need insight tonight It's like... "ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *vocally scratched by rahzel* [malik b] Now if your vision's still blurry, i'm a underline the turns Flip the page, synonyms, your minimum, wage So i's a cash it, black thought, my squad so n***as blast it In sections, no questions get asked Still no sequel, equality means equal Cause equality is we I enter your dimension with my tension Cause i rhyme in such a non-tense, n***as will mind this Illadelphiatic, my culture might approach ya when i distort to static If it's drama let's have it Broke, you're selling coke, then you know my staff will grab it Then drive off in traffic, with the paper mathematic But back to the topic, the roots dropping sh** upon your optic Quite clever, like the right weather Every (every) body (body) it's not like the hills of beverly These creeps you n***as never see Get the picture? here's a mixture of a medly Peace to the players on smedely Baby, they say weak threats and you wonder what's next "ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *vocally manipulated by rahzel* [dice raw] One time, for the mind when i exact The lyrical styles of a contact like karate I'm driving down the streets in a mazeratti pimping your hottie I'm living snotty, buying the clothes of john gotti An ill brother, want to test me kid? i'm an ill n***a Wear only tommy illfiger, so go figure I'm a bad brother, word to mother You can never touch me with lyrics that's sloppy I'm like a prophet and you can't stop me I prohecy my prophecil is prophecized by d.z. I see he, r-a-w, who the f** are you? Any other way i roast your a** at a barbeque Split skittles, my dick on you will get split from your toes to Your wig, aww sh**, here comes dice raw The kid who never took a bad fall On "the lesson," rapping is my profession You can never censor me out with parental discretion Lyrically i get toxic with rappers My nuclear weapon a missle, keep it over my back In a holster, pimping the wack mc's like hoes to I'm broke like your mom's toaster You can't fade me or degrade me, lyrically i get excellent, b You want to reach my planet where i'm hard like granite? Packing motherf**ers up, and freaky like janet You could never touch me, son When i always represent and get the job done Logan valley represent, peace to my n***as m.a.r.s. I'm hitting you over your head making you see stars So back up, don't make me act up, you'll get smacked up Physically backed up and sold to grey bands in southville Well i mean northville I get ill, and i k** at will! "ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *rahzel does his thing* "dice riggedy raw!" *scratched by the one and only rahzel*