Paroles de Distortion to static

The Roots

pochette album Distortion to static
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Date de parution : 14/09/2014

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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 shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick

I flips, redder than pork, comin' to new york to mix
With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy
Magically, 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
Fluorescent, 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, recolor 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 philadelphia 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
Malik b, get on the mic, get on the mic
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 shit that's ultra
I make mc's dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles 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

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