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    "Quills" Lyrics

    The Roots

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    [Chorus]
    Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
    Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
    (Give it everything you got yo)
    (Once again it's time, it's time)
    It's time to ride, ride....

    [Verse One: Black Thought]
    Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
    I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
    Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers
    Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber
    Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
    Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement
    Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger
    I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents
    We muscle the language
    What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement
    I'm hot brolic call it contagious
    The shit the Roots started got these other artists going through changes
    My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
    Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages
    Is something in the iris and the way I spit
    That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no shit
    Black traumatic, so there you have it
    My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic
    Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package
    Experience is all that is, I'm well established
    Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage
    The technique in your reach, if only you could have it
    For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, I'm mad thoro
    Poet for hired pack metal
    You feel me?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Two: Black Thought]
    Yo, the load heavy
    We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady
    Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
    Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine
    Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen
    The story in the ghetto the same
    Seem like it's just some things that never will change
    Give birth to a style and won't give it a name
    Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang
    Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, general Hannibal speak
    The understandable diabolique, animal style
    Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this
    Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious
    Inject you with the broke down english
    The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is
    Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish
    Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: Black Thought]
    Yo, the rebel Che Guevara
    You felt another date, you better
    Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar
    I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta
    Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter
    Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens
    Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning
    The flash and the cash and the fast women
    It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and
    Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
    Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
    MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again
    Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been
    Thought known as the cure for cancer
    Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
    Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff
    Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
    Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
    Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
    Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all
    Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python
    You know what I'm saying?

    When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin...

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on November 27th, 2004 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ahmir K. Thompson, Tarik L. Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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