The Roots - Stay Cool lyrics

[Black Thought] Ba** for your face, highs for your eyes Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright Muh'f**ers Philly we up in here, we all live I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake I pump ba** for y'all bathin apes, to get charged Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherf**ers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] Hip-Hop my main b**h, I got a few on the side The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job Go up against enormous odds Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin From the block where the crooked cops k**in like a villain Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony You feel the music know I'm over there probably Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff It's not another sound system rockin steady as us And it's cool (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherf**ers y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase hara** me They never ride past me, they really comin at me right They wanna know where the d** guns and cash be Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me Just, blast me in your box, play my sh** I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get And how I do it make a lot of muh'f**ers upset But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains And I'm cool (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) (Stay cool motherf**ers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)