The Ultimate - The Roots

Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire

My vocal’s a passport that never expire

Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire

Screamin out «The Roots» while I balance wit the wire

Yo, expert in this profession, the session

In 1987, I linked up wit the?

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Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen

In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven

My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven

This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon

Swollen wit minds that got stolen

Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen

Torture, blood flow like bodies of water

Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter

Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle

In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle

In a Game of Life, yo it’s hard to roll a double

Tryin times, take lives and separate couples

Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms «Fuck you»

Under they breath, livin in the last times left

Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas

And we’re the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness

Time to set it off, let’s spark this

Switzerland, LET’S SPARK THIS!

We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it

We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER!

(rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE

(Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it) C’mon (Rock-rockin it)

Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire

You couldn’t have a clue, it’s about to transpire

The books I buy live arms?

I wire?

The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir

We ex-plore the whole states plus record

In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war

Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor

But I could see the drop was a mile aboard

To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes

I said «I don’t got em», guess it kinda presented a problem

When I understood, they said «Let him go»

I woke, during a center to London-Heathrow

And now wit a past, fuckin wit border patrol

I’m findin it out, I’m leakin wit my people

Hit the studio, spread this information

In daze of frustration fogged the education

]From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination

The Roots du journ, go check the translation

The dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonics

The Fifth Dynast, they can’t stop it

Yo Zurlich y’all keep it tight heed

While The Roots Crew smoke weed

Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE, say what?

(rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE, c’mon

(Rock-rockin it) C’mon c’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it

We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it)

We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER

(Rock-rockin it) C’mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it

They go *Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing*