Текст песни Concerto of the Desperado - The Roots
                                                The 
                                                Concerto 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Desperado
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-double-O-T-S 
                                                check 
                                                the 
                                                flow
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                motto
 
                                    
                                
                                                That′s 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                glow 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon, 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                melancholy 
                                                metro
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                poetry 
                                                is 
                                                set 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                U.F.O
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                maestro, 
                                                the 
                                                lyricist 
                                                concerto
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                physical 
                                                play 
                                                the 
                                                role 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                vessel
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                level 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                lyrics 
                                                law 
                                                manifesto
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                thoughts 
                                                wrestle 
                                                and 
                                                attack 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                killer 
                                                instincts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                gorilla 
                                                stronger 
                                                than 
                                                Samson
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                vanilla 
                                                my 
                                                soliloquy 
                                                profess 
                                                my 
                                                ability 
                                                to 
                                                just
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stimulate 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                sensimilla
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                half 
                                                life 
                                                the 
                                                Philladellpophila 
                                                proceed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hither 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                death 
                                                flower 
                                                blow 
                                                your 
                                                tower 
                                                to 
                                                smithe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reens 
                                                to 
                                                fiends 
                                                catch 
                                                another 
                                                rhyme 
                                                gripper
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deeper 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                meditations 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                Hindu 
                                                worshiper
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unorthodox, 
                                                Hip-Hop, 
                                                minister
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                    a 
                                                Serengeti 
                                                cheetah 
                                                my 
                                                thoughts 
                                                swifter
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                lose 
                                                your 
                                                balance 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                hits 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                check 
                                                for 
                                                the, 
                                                fifth 
                                                militia
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                poet's 
                                                under 
                                                pressure 
                                                stressin′ 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                picture
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                means 
                                                you 
                                                gotta 
                                                hang 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                banister
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pull 
                                                    a 
                                                microphone 
                                                on 
                                                any 
                                                pistol 
                                                brandisher
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                take 
                                                advantage 
                                                of 
                                                ya 
                                                because 
                                                you 
                                                amateur
 
                                    
                                
                                                Styles 
                                                gunning 
                                                down 
                                                your 
                                                sound 
                                                man 
                                                and 
                                                manager
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                this 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                for 
                                                nine-six
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                this 
                                                delivering 
                                                attack 
                                                on 
                                                pointless 
                                                rap 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breakin' 
                                                    M 
                                                C's 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                fractions, 
                                                tell 
                                                your 
                                                squadron
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                war, 
                                                respond 
                                                react
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                concerto, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                desperado
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-double-O-T-S 
                                                check 
                                                the 
                                                flow
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                motto
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                go, 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                gots 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                concerto, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                desperado
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-double-O-T-S 
                                                check 
                                                the 
                                                flow
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                motto
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                go, 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                gots 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                implorer, 
                                                the 
                                                universe 
                                                explorer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Treat 
                                                    M 
                                                C′s 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                cities 
                                                of 
                                                Sodom 
                                                and 
                                                Gomorrah
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leavin' 
                                                these 
                                                niggaz 
                                                open 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                box 
                                                of 
                                                Pandora
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                styles 
                                                that′s 
                                                newer 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                order
 
                                    
                                
                                                Approximately 
                                                three 
                                                quarters 
                                                of 
                                                y'all 
                                                are 
                                                water 
                                                    I 
                                                straight 
                                                deport 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                orchestrate 
                                                your 
                                                torture 
                                                with 
                                                roots 
                                                of 
                                                culture
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pill 
                                                brimmage 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                line 
                                                of 
                                                scrimmage 
                                                up 
                                                against 
                                                your 
                                                image
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                heist, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                strong 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                percentage
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                ill 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                war 
                                                and 
                                                within' 
                                                it 
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                lieutenant
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                surrounds 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                peninsula 
                                                to 
                                                snatch 
                                                the 
                                                pennant
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                fold 
                                                like 
                                                Japan′s 
                                                futons 
                                                and 
                                                fans
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                    I 
                                                design 
                                                    a 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                rapper 
                                                step 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                pedestrian
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                crush 
                                                    a 
                                                mountain 
                                                into 
                                                grands 
                                                of 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                pain 
                                                stains 
                                                the 
                                                hand 
                                                that 
                                                held 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                inserted 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                stand
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desperado, 
                                                that 
                                                refuse 
                                                to 
                                                follow
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fifth 
                                                afficianado, 
                                                break 
                                                you 
                                                up 
                                                into 
                                                parts 
                                                like 
                                                vibrato
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                deep 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                dark 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Niggaz 
                                                is 
                                                sweet 
                                                and 
                                                sound 
                                                silly 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                talk 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                mic
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                use 
                                                the 
                                                simple 
                                                back 
                                                and 
                                                forth 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                old 
                                                rhythm 
                                                that′s 
                                                plain
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                ultra 
                                                magnetize 
                                                your 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                the 
                                                Hip-Hop 
                                                purist, 
                                                that 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                lost 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                tourist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                the, 
                                                niggaz 
                                                is 
                                                bringin' 
                                                nothin′ 
                                                for 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                breakin' 
                                                ′em 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                fractions, 
                                                tell 
                                                your 
                                                squadron
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                war 
                                                respond 
                                                react
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                concerto, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                desperado
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-double-O-T-S 
                                                check 
                                                the 
                                                flow
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                motto
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                go, 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                gots 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                the 
                                                concerto, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                desperado
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-double-O-T-S 
                                                check 
                                                the 
                                                flow
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                like 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                motto
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                go, 
                                                fake 
                                                shit 
                                                gots 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Section
2 One Shine
3 What They Do
4 Push Up Ya Lighter
5 Intro
6 Respond/React
7 It Just Don't Stop
8 Episodes
9 ? vs. Scratch (The Token DJ Cut)
10 Concerto of the Desperado
11 Clones
12 Universe at War
13 No Alibi
14 Dave vs. Us
15 No Great Pretender
16 The Hypnotic
17 Ital (The Universal Side)
18 The Adventures in Wonderland
19 Outro
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