The Roots - What They Do (instrumental) lyrics

Chorus: (Saadiq) Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do... Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do... Verse One: (Black Thought) Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced nation World population confront their frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual, and about money making Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know their limitations Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man, then stand your own To MC requires sk**s, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin' And roam like a cellular phone far from home Giving crowds what they wantin' Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th dumpin Keepin' ya party jumpin with an original somethin Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said "Yo we thought we heard you" Joke's on you You heard a bitin' a** crew but uh Chorus: (Raphael Saadiq) Never do, what they do when they do what they do (repeat 2X) Verse Two: (Black Thought) Thin is the line that run between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred Hey yo, it's funny when i see some rap n***as do to make it A few would blow up or go as far as they can take it My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhyme saying rent paying life support I take it very seriously within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come wit the beautiful things And I bless the track plushly Around the world the crowds love me from doing tours Recipient of applause from all'a you and yours Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home To absorb and sweat it out your pores Now who can stop the music runnin' through these veins Infinitely go against the grain That's why my motto's to Chorus Verse Three: (Black Thought) Livin the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics Ba** chords and drum kicks And my mental thick to hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark When I first spark the arts, when the listening start Open your head wide and let the thought inside My style fortified by all of philadel-phi I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short I want it Made like Ed, nuff said Then after that, I'm puttin on my cousin Hamed We let the ladies blend with the darkskin devil bred and discover My level is that of no other And Roots crew reign offical and true While I'm continuing to... Chorus: repeat 4X