Lyrics Web 20/20 - The Roots feat. Peedi Peedi & Truck North
Yo,
Jam
boy
magic,
Mr.
Fantastic
Masterful
mind,
the
list
that
I′ve
crafted
Fresh
new
trick
to
flip,
I'm
Dick
Dastard
Half
smooth
criminal
and
half
straight
bastard
No
mask
when
your
flag
get
captured
First
class,
take
you
to
the
rap
hereafter
Gone
in
a
flash
and
yet,
he
gets
faster
Sick
when
he
hits
the
Mike
like
Mixmaster
This
the
Battle
of
Troy
with
no
Pastor
Slicker
than
a
can
of
oil
with
no
castor
Chill
in
the
front
of
the
flight,
outclass
them
Bring
your
favorite
rapper
to
fight,
I′ll
trash
him
Then
I'll
leave
in
a
timely
fashion
Uh,
emcees
get
the
tiny
rations
Your
girl
hold
me
close
as
a
tiny
dancer
You
got
a
death
wish?
Well
it's
finally
answered,
prick
Yo,
Jam
boy
magic,
Mr.
Sarcastic
Rap
catalogue
consists
of
all
classics
Blackness,
tell
your
bitch
to
fall
backwards
Fuck
a
hood
pass,
my
shit′s
for
all-access
Killing
tracks
like
this,
we
call
practice
Any
bullshit
y′all
twist,
we
call
backwards
Jam
boy
sharp
as
a
tack,
we
all
cactus
Waiting
on
a
big
payback
with
no
taxes
So
if
you
follow
the
game,
you
might
catch
this
Act
like
an
activist;
you
know,
active
Nigga
like
me
just
has
to
spit
acid
Sucker
like
you
just
has
to
get
blasted
Ashes
to
ashes,
Frasier
to
Cassius
No
homo,
y'all
some
pains
in
the
asses
Get
turned
to
toast
like
raising
your
glasses
When
I′m
on
stage,
girls
swing
from
the
rafters
Often
nasty
like
Monster
Mashing
Y'all
know
the
voice
is
tight,
hoarse
and
raspy
Can′t
place
the
face,
kind
of
hard
to
catch
me
Kings
that
pull
strings
like
Dorothy
Ashby
Jawns
keep
telling
me
I'm
great
like
Gatsby
Caught
like
a
felony,
you
can′t
slide
past
me
I'm
low-key,
kind
of
anti-flashy
Then
I'm
OG
up
in
a
black
tie
classy
Sun
Tzu
to
Sun
Rai,
Gargemel,
Mumm-Ra
Son
of
a
shooter
letting
slugs
from
a
gun
fly
Should
call
a
Mumbai
with
the
bumbaclot
It′s
Black
Thought,
my
sound′s
hard
to
come
by
Last
spotted
on
a
yacht
getting
dumb
high
Banging
yacht
rock
with
my
squad
from
215
Straight
calling
niggas
out
like
the
umpire
Any
chump
try'na
front,
(word
′em
up)
Jam
boy
magic,
Mr.
Get-Busy,
you
get
busy
too?
Then
get
with
me
too,
we'll
get
busy,
dig
me?
Smooth
Remy,
tool
skinny
but
hold
plenty
.22
long
contact,
new
Bentley
No
miles
yet,
curve
backs
and
cruise
and
he
Bring
it
back
when
you
through
with
it,
roger
that
Grip
tenny,
French
mammies
in
Vic′
panties
Lips
candy,
dick
hard
as
a
fifth
of
brandy
Hop
in
it
for
five
minutes,
then
I'm
finished
′Cause
pussy
is
pleasure,
but
I'm
attending
my
business
Retractable
roof,
magical
coupe
disappearing
And
reappearing,
German
engineering
this
McLaren
Hot
jacuzzis,
watching
movies,
glock
and
uzis
Shots
of
Louis,
busting
cuties
popping
jeweries
Ooh
ooh,
Ultramag'
MC
in
a
M3
Whole
body
tatted
straight
up
out
a
MP
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