Текст (слова) песни: The Roots f Talib Kweli - Rhymes and Ammo

 
SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing) 
 
[Light faded voice of Black Thought] 
Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo 
For all y`all folks who were hopin and wishin 
and I can assault, tryin`a take my position 
Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to 
A`yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo 
For all y`all folks who were hopin and wishin 
and I can assault, tryin`a take my position 
Stop wishin, and sit your ass back 
 
[Chorus: Black Thought] 
A`yo when I say pump that, y`all say shit up 
Pump that! (Shit up) 
Pump that! (Shit up) 
When I say stand up, y`all say get up 
Stand up! (Get Up) 
Stand up! (Get Up) 
When I say rise up, y`all say now 
Rise up! (Now) 
Rise up! (Now) 
When I say lick a shot, say blaow 
Lick a shot! (blaow) 
Lick a shot! (blaow) 
 
[Verse 1: Black Thought] 
A`yo everybody on they jawns 
Cartoons is hardcore porn 
It ain`t no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns 
Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron 
Coming to school shootin up the auditorium 
Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV 
The least of y`all worries should be Thought`s cd 
The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly 
They done caught the minister with a pork b.l.t. 
If my shit ain`t hot, it probly try to drive me 
Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see 
Can`t see, I`m thorough-bread, nothin fancy 
The maker, no matter what the circumstance be 
Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel 
Smacked like I`m (??), leave him crippled 
Keep talkin greasey I`ma big lip you 
A`yo your man`ll can get slid with you 
You and the squad takin to galoshes 
I hold the engineer for hostage 
and spit from a dirty cartridge 
Its L for whoever try to front on Thought`s shit 
I`m sendin them goons to your mom`s apartment 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 2: Dice Raw] 
A`yo I`m dancin, on the edge of insanity 
and rhymin like its the end of humanity 
Still people from the old neighborhood can`t stand to see me 
Turn around and tell girls we like family 
What up with all that, jokin, and collamity 
Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me 
But they don`t know, I got somethin for them 
But I ain`t with that negative vibe, so fuck all that 
I`ve earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more 
Stand here a new man, but I`m still the old boy 
They claimin they sell but I`m still the old boss 
Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor 
But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw 
You can be sure that we got our eyes on y`all 
Watchin different artists rise and fall 
Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y`all 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] 
Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese 
In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease 
Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto 
I`m a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals 
Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals 
Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental 
Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored 
Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward 
You`ve GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar 
Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God 
Rastas, they say Jah 
They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine 
and make you say ahhh 
Guess who`s back? 
The game needed improvement 
Can`t fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid 
I`m a shark in the water with constant movement 
influenced by music since a truant yo 
This is how we do it yo 
 
[Chorus x2]
 

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