Distortion To Static (Radio Edit) - The Roots
Yo I'm every MC it's all in me
That's the way it is when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed I need
Gettin hotter than sacks of boom
In my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static with scratch to match
While you catch the vibe
Most can play high post but yo that don't mean sh*t
Because my click'll make a motherf**ker sick
I flips redder than pork comin to New York to mix
With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically you got ta be static-y
Magiccally I appear spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth takin niggaz loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots poetic courageously kinetic
Vagabond versatile and various plus rap styles
Of mine are blunt pain is in the mind
So I'm fine and five
Foot seven inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
Ridin in like lightning
Flourescent incandescent evervescently
I represent Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant plus intelligently managin matter
That's makin tracks fatter revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings
When I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I rocks from under blunderin I'm not lyrically
Ya getm shot
Get caught so distort with thought for real
It's the illest out the Phi short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin move fakin I isn't
Niggaz can nah front I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked with the visit while you're wonderin what is it
Dig it yo my mellow um whattup for the night
Like that y'all and yo I'm flowin my part of the song
It's goin it's goin it's gone
Now go get your dictionary and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction
With my diction friction slips and carries
Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple
People there's no equal or no sequel
SO policies of equalities get abolished
Demolished distortion of the static's gettin polished
Urges of splurge and words will just be merged
Together damn it's quite clever however
You never can sound alike lyrics don't be poundin like
These troops who be's Roots
Insult ya mellow of culture rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya with Magnetic sh*t that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle
Cause Roots get loose negroes get juiced like the mango
To be particular extra-curricular for pleasure
Measure in any weather value more than the treasure
Baby you say you maybe then come in to flex
Now you wonder what's next
