Distortion To Static

Distortion To Static 歌词

歌曲 Distortion To Static
歌手 The Roots
专辑 Do You Want More?!!!??!
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作词 : Questlove
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 needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the
RamadaFour 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'tNiggaz 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,
RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya, with
Magnetic shit that's
UltraI 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
zuo ci : Questlove
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 needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the
RamadaFour 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' tNiggaz 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,
RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya, with
Magnetic shit that' s
UltraI 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
zuò cí : Questlove
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 needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the
RamadaFour 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' tNiggaz 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,
RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya, with
Magnetic shit that' s
UltraI 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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