Clones Lyrics - Illadelph Halflife - The Roots

Yeah, to all the jim carrey ass large co-op 

Knowhati'msayin? large co-op, what the fuck? 

To the clones, we bless the domes 

Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op 

Freestyle all the way son 

Dice 

Verse one: m.a.r.s. 

First of all let's talk about these ill capers 

And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors 

Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers 

Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya 

From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up 

Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships 

But then the Bible never saved shit 

I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament 

You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept 

You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product 

I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya 

The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya 

But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em 

Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium 

Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum 

Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em 

I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity 

To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake 

Cuz if I get sent to d.c., I'm sendin dice to de 

With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me 

For real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats 

The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat 

With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home 

Master allah rule savior, never clone 

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Verse two: black thought 

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste 

Disgrace your date put your title to waste 

Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild 

Illadelph isle pensy, that's the residency 

Consist in currency, my pockets never empty 

Some cats, believe they mc but we know they all fraud 

Do a show in philly niggaz wouldn't applaud 

Nobody know your record nor who you openin for 

Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door 

So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure 

Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style 

Messiah or, the higher law down with dice raw 

The matador, shorty conniseur 

Stompin whatever you build to the floor 

Similar to that of a dinosaur 

I told you I'm the rap predator 

You insist to imitate, what for? 

Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented 

For a fuckin record deal 

Comin with somethin veterans can't feel 

I hit you like a steel anvil 

Because you grafted off the next man's skill 

But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of othello 

Run over tactics of the 

C-l-o/n-e-s fess 

The phoniest cats is felonious (word) 

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Verse three: dice raw 

Dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist 

Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis 

Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique 

Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak 

Never half-assed, always live and direct 

On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex 

Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out 

Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face 

All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style 

What grown man? in this game, to me you're a child 

I trained wack mc's, in camps like ex-marines 

Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams 

Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before? 

You traveled to the realm of dice raw 

Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones 

It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown 

You'll come through this like a smurf 

I got you rollin stop off the earth 

Represent while I been like this since birth 

And I won't be the last but I definitely was the first 

Diceraw big car logan's isle sol-dier 

Verse four: malik b 

Don't come across that line or pay a cost 

Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft 

Win lose or draw to the jaw take one 

Deranger lyrical launcher, or station 

No conversation is needed, my task completed 

Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated 

Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses 

You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous 

Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl 

My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style 

I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in 

Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon 

Your star trek ass will wrinkle 

Spill these words and form into a sprinkle 

Cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle 

My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz 

Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz 

Just tie your name next when I start to x 

Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck 

The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet 

You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex 

I annihliate your type if you violate 

Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate