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    "Don't Say Nuthin'" Lyrics

    The Roots

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    [Verse 1 - Black Thought]
    Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
    Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
    Until your body sound clash
    Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
    Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
    Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
    Keep em playing they position
    Keep making the people listen what I spin
    Put em out on a limb
    Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
    Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
    We never listen to them
    It's like trying to take a piss in the wind
    My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
    They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em
    Now who the type built to last?
    It's no question, the Master!
    Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
    Hitting you hard from - every direction
    Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!

    Yeah! When the saint on the ground,
    with the grind on rhyme,
    with King Kong hitting Thailand,
    give it here, and don't say nuthin'
    just give it here, and don't say nuthin',
    when the team on the set, hit, the gun gonna clap,
    git it down on record,hey, hmmmm, cut the check,
    give it here, and don't say nuthin',
    give it here and don't say nuthin', Come on!

    [Verse 2 - Black Thought]
    Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
    Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
    You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
    Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
    Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
    Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
    Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
    Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
    Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
    Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
    Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
    Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
    C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
    Most times they be sticking you without the gats
    I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
    And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga


    [Verse 3 - Black Thought]
    Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
    On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
    When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
    To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
    I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
    Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
    Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
    You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
    Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
    Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
    Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
    Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial
    We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
    See me put the system on lock like can pill
    So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
    Cause my click come a full sizeable portions

    This song was last modified on November 27th, 2004.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Music, Reservoir Media Music Obo Tuff Jew Productions Llc.
    Written by Tarik L. Collins, Scott Spencer Storch.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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