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The Roots - Somebody's Gotta Do It lyrics
[Hook:] Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta come up with a plan And be there when the shit hits the fan I hope ya'll out there understand Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it [Riq Gees:] Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist My level headedness make it come off so effortless The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish Back setting it with the answer to your deficit My track record is hot shit, consecutive Smug, I got game just like a record executive A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling Bet on Black Bet these cats that's all gelatin Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin' Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin? Oh, now it's nothin' Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning I flip like my name Turner That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner The raw sojourner for truth The mic burner [Repeat Hook] [Jean Grae:] Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in- And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves - So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell Before there was ain't hard to tell The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box Fox logo if your fave is local Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo This is work niggas [Repeat Hook] [Mac:] I made it - ain't nobody believe in me But this rap game is like selling coke legally Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed The profit on kill if you let it Nigga's feeling energetic Wanna rumble - guns will come out Here come the paramedics I'm just trying to live like I've Devin Tired of my people failin' We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry Even if you hate - through my music you gone love Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly [Repeat Hook] |
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