Roots - Doble Trouble Lyrics
* about 35 seconds of ad libs *[Black Thought]We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-owEither stand tall, just sit the ***** downAll the way from the 2-1-5th to BucktownBrace yourself, it's about to go down[Mos Def]Runnin one on one and only hip-hop boundYo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about[Black Thought]We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forgetWe double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in itThe vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spitThe magnificent, rapper's run from itAll fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from itMC's in my circumference, is confronted sonGet your growth stunted from this, you don't want it(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done itWho the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it[Mos Def]Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run itRock mics so nice I make you stock price plummetAll you high noon riders better rally at the summitIt's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumberedCross the membrane barkin big game and get huntedEyewitness account, say it happened so suddenJust slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttinThen BLAOW, blew away the 1900th[Black Thought]You better get your rest cause the next day cominOh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tinStop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookinYour get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken[Mos Def]Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolveof the Black Thought and the black man from Black StarIlladelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplishEven with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless[Black Thought]Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry pursesAnd rock, uniforms, that's made for nursesI burst your verses, your words is worthlessOnly touchin surface, the *****'s the purpose?[Mos Def]I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasurySo mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin meBut tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure meMos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry[both interwined]Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-owEither stand tall or sit the ***** downAll the way from the 2-1-5th to BucktownBrace yourself, it's about to go down[Mos Def]Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about[both intertwined]We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forgetWe double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)[Mos Def]Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listenAnd make sure beans don't burn in the kitchenThese gased up niggas just ain't fuel efficientI play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisonerNow you niggaz can't make pole positionClassy, chasis, can't hold the transmissionCrew pit, useless, they got they tools missinWatch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven[Black Thought]Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all timeI swing from chandeliers and wall climbAnd specialize in warfares of all kindA lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhymeBut half the time, they run it down one of mineThought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin lineYou dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined[Mos Def]What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurizedMelt down all of your artificial liesY'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5Swine like mono and diglycerideMy vocals got texture, you just texturizedI'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvisedStep into my zone get flown like flyby the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die[Black Thought]Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and MalikWe go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian TreatOr like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblinMe and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellinGive me the mic, we on that againb-boy business, off the top actin and battlinServin them cats that forgotBut don't get too close, because you might get shot[both interwined]Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-owEither stand tall or sit the ***** downAll the way from the 2-1-5th to BucktownBrace yourself, it's about to go down[Mos Def]Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about[both intertwined]We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forgetWe double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-owEither stand tall or sit the ***** downAll the way from the 2-1-5th to BucktownWent from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?[Mos Def]Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about[both intertwined]We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forgetWe double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)[Mos Def]Say here's a little story that must be toldAbout two young brothers who got so much soulThey takin total control, of the body and brainFlyin high in the sky, on a lyrical planeIt's just two bad brothers who will never quitMos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5thThey rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blendAnd everybody who forgot then baby tell em againIt's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beatThe Roots crew baby yo we got to make it uniqueWe got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinestNon-stoppinest, _Fortified Live_ survive the apocalypseRhymes we say, the perfect blendBecause we know how to rock when the beat come inLike zen-zen-zen-zen-zenZen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zenZen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zenZen zen, ZEN zen zen-zenZen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zenHere we go, here we here we here we goZen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zenZen zen, ZEN zen zen-zenZen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zenLet the poppers pop, and the breakers breakThen zen-zen-zen-zen-zenZen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zenTwo years ago, a friend of mineZen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen... *fades*
