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The Roots, Q-Tip
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From the Illadelph side
To the New York side
To the universal side
I wanna be able to reach an MC
And reach a little child in the same degree
And my elders excel, I mean what the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps and all
Before we fall in the fire
There's some real MC's upon a planet called real
Tryna set it, profess mic techniques alleged
Inaccurate perception of reality embedded
In they mind thus they rhyme I discredit, check it out now
I use my music implemented with jewels
As thought tools to inspire all these too cool fools
Who say screw school cause they don't see
The conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me
But we keep out
Y'all know the revolutionary on some whole 'nother
Other finesse genetic
They say I get it from my mother so it's inheretic
Terry and very necessary to shine legendarily
Heavenly refined contemporary rhyme
It's like the roots are so rad it's like damn
Which bag did they come out of
And how could I get in it and win it
Like a raffle ticket pickin'
If you feelin' stuck then guess who did the stickin'
Of your feelings yo
I got this I shall style up close and personal
The first to foul or violate I shall retal
Iate with realism for they whole locale
To relate we don't play like that's a smile abstract now
MC'in while I'm breathin'
And I'm breathin' is believin' that you
Can host a ceremony and the dose is never phony
In fact it's quite therapeutic like a B12 hypodermic needle
So truly
Lyrically elicit up steps to explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out then strike with it
Just slightly might miss it when I blast through your section
Of district of rhythm
From the Illadelph side
To the New York side
To the universal side
In my formative years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blueprints on how to make true sense
Of MC's which are a nuisance
I know just what the juice is, I'm on another level
Brothers is fakin' jacks think they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn to make they thoughts long term
Cause they shortcuts'll make a wrong turn
Probably timelessly I construct a fearsome
To rip your eardrum for many years to come
Professional style thinkin' rationale and move wise
So hard it's a wonder y'all alive
And still breathin', niggas is dead and not even
Perpetuatin' real life, the shit kicked is real tight
They fake bleedin', it's obvious that they needin'
Attention feedin', they cold actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up obscene scenes is kicked up
Like women with the grip of drinkin' Mo until they hiccup
Fellas hustlin' pickin' bricks up
Fans askin' Dr. Dilla stick up
But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed
On stage you won't need your tech vest
Only a mic and a mic test and at your best
You get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can relate to the trials you tribulate
Of the pains you done endure cause some cats is pure
Tell horrors that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake joints just to get a boo-hoo
The tearjerker, you like a miracle worker
Your miracles just ran out, I think it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade cause yo you played
We 'bout to drop it on you like the cover blade like
From the Illadelph side
To the New York side
To the universal side