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lirik lagu the roots - web 20/20

[verse 1 – truck north]
jam boy magic, mr. fantastic
masterful mind, the list that i’ve crafted
fresh new trick to flip, i’m d-ck dastard
half smooth criminal and half straight b-st-rd
no mask when your flag get captured
first cl-ss, take you to the rap hereafter
gone in a flash and yet, he gets faster
sick when he hits the mic like mixmaster
this the battle of troy with no pastor
sl!cker than a can of oil with no castor
chill in the front of the flight, outcl-ss them
bring your favorite rapper to fight, i’ll trash him
then i’ll leave in a timely fashion
emcees get the tiny rations
your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer
you got a death wish? well it’s finally answered, pr-ck

[verse 2 – black thought]
jam boy magic, mr. sarcastic
rap catalogue consists of all cl-ssics
blackness, tell your b-tch to fall backwards
f-ck a hood p-ss, my sh-t’s for all-access
k!lling tracks like this, we call practice
any bullsh-t y’all twist, we call backwards
jam boy sharp as a tack, we all cactus
waiting on a big payback with no taxes
so if you follow the game, you might catch this
act like an activist; you know, active
n-gga like me just has to spit acid
sucker like you just has to get blasted
ashes to ashes, frazier to c-ssius
no h0m-, y’all some pains in the -sses
get turned to toast like raising your gl-sses
when i’m on stage, girls swing from the rafters
often nasty like monster mashing
y’all know the voice is tight, ho-rs- and raspy
can’t place the face, kind of hard to catch me
kings that pull strings like dorothy ashby
jawns keep telling me i’m great like gatsby
caught like a felony, you can’t slide past me
i’m low-key, kind of anti-flashy
then i’m og up in a black tie cl-ssy
sun tzu to sun ra, gargamel, mumm-ra
son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun fly
should call a mumbai with the bumbaclot
it’s black thought, my sound’s hard to come by
last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
banging yacht rock with my squad from 215
straight calling n-ggas out like the umpire
any chump tryna front, word ’em up

[verse 3 – peedi peedi]
jam boy magic, mr. get-busy, you get busy too?
then get with me too, we’ll get busy, dig me?
smooth remy, tool skinny but hold plenty
.22 long contact, new bentley
no miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he
bring it back when you through with it, roger that
grip tenny,french manies in vic’ panties
lips candy, d-ck hard as a fifth of brandy
hop in it for 5 minutes, then i’m finished
cause p-ssy is pleasure, but i’m attending my business
retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing
and reappearing, german engineering this mclaren
hot jacuzzis, watching movies, glock and uzis
shots of louis, busting cuties popping jeweries
ooh ooh, ultramag’ mc in a m3
whole body tatted straight up out a np

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