Lyrics Distortion to Static - The Roots
One:
Malik
B
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
(It′s
Bob
Powers)
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
(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
Two:
Malik
B
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...
![The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??!](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/a/l/s/c/arec1bcsla.jpg)
1 Datskat
2 Intro / There's Something Goin' On
3 Proceed
4 Distortion to Static
5 Mellow My Man
6 I Remain Calm
7 Lazy Afternoon
8 ? vs. Rahzel
9 Do You Want More?!!!??!
10 What Goes On, Pt. 7
11 Essaywhuman?!!!!!
12 Swept Away
13 You Ain't Fly
14 Silent Treatment
15 The Unlocking
16 The Lesson, Pt. 1
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