Proceed 2 (Live at Blue Note NYC)

Woo!

Make it rain, mother, come on, come on
Make it rain, mother, come on, come on
Make it rain, mother, come on, come on
Make it rain, mother, come on, come on

BG is in the house
Said my name is BG, I'm coolin' out
We in the house, we coolin' out
Godfather Rahzel is in the house
Said my man Mark Ronson is in the house
We coolin' out, we in the house
Said my man JP is in the house

Let you know what it's about, we in the house
Said my man Big Thad is in the house

We coolin' out, let you know what it's 'bout
Said my man Uncle Chief is in the house
Check it out, ayo

I can make you dance, I can make you shout
The scripts and the scrolls turn the whole party out
Inject my lyrics in a set with dialect
Why a set? Because it's from the highest I in depth
Rap extort, man fear me never ever

See through because I be true, my leaks together
Once I get a hunch the deads of pain drains swells
Niggas'll claim terror but they never parallel
Look, I get a hunch and just seize the front
Then I crunch the whole bunch in one big munch
I always stand firm under any term

Actions never squirm, my tracks is perm
I have a tendency to defend as MC

My residency simply instancy
I makes it different, on different continents of Earth I pivot
It seems extreme and exquisite, askin' "Is it?"
My style's like a cat from a '70s flick
Talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick

Or a predator just before he stalks his prey
When I talk this way, I do this may
See you're puzzled, now how I think and try to juggle
My mind's like a nine M double, now there's trouble
The Roots bringin' styles in all types of creeds
I sign off, but I shall proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

We could get fly, we could get fly

We could get fly, that's the anthem of my
Crew not to glorify but I'm sorta high
Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye
Wonder why my man can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate
Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape

Yo, you know the world's in such a violent state
To escape reality, many mics I take
To spell words over pages, styles over phrases
From the world's different stages for crowds of different ages
Though not a nova, you'll witness like Jehovah
How brothers beg for lyrical play to pass 'em over, right?

Junkers is like stick-up kids doin' bids
You got caught into the black thought
I interface with bass when I communicate
Crowds I elevate to another mind state
Rap thinkin', musically the black thinkin' rhythm
Therefore, I give 'em what I'm givin'

Therefore, I give 'em what I'm givin', that's the hardcore
The Roots'll keep it real for sure and I shall proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic
I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

Look, rockin' on the microphone, I do this well
On the microphone, I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone, I do this well
On the microphone, I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone, I do this well
On the microphone, I do this well
Yeah, y'all know I do this well
Roots crew from Illadelph
Ayo, shout out to my man Maddy C
Legend

I want y'all to give yourselves a big round of
Applause for being such a beautiful audience so far
Woo!

Holdin' us down
We're not done