Live From The D.j. Stretch Armstrong Show Lyrics - The Roots

*after 2 minutes of talking* 

[Bobbito] 

Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up 

[Black Thought] 

Yes I, check it out 

It's like, you listen to the musician 

Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision 

I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support 

Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth 

Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted 

By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid 

Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener 

Black Thought yo, while I exhibit the 

Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style 

Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor 

I'm a skyscraper by nature 

Down wit my number one neighbor, Common 

>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what? 

Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter 

Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme 

So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out 

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[Common] 

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair 

Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs 

On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet 

Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life 

I write twice and drop singles in record pools 

Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles 

Rhymin big words and not sayin shit 

The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped 

I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week 

Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin 

Niggas start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an' 

I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings 

Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller 

Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a 

Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer 

Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack 

I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black 

Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme 

I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong 

Com's song'll keep goin, I start the holdin 

My flowin is turnin to earth 

The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin* 

?Tremblin when it came down the shoot? 

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[Pharoahe Monch] 

(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah 

(Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo 

Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again 

Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages 

Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity 

Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts 

And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax 

It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest 

Just because he got rhyme of the month twice 

Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices 

Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute 

Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it) 

[Absolute] 

Yes, rippin the microphone 

My words will enlight your dome 

When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone 

N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours 

Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan 

Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin 

It's the beef for black attack 

When I, yes quick to subtract the wack 

When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin 

Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver 

Like water from a river makin you shiver 

That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature 

Yes, but I'm about to get deeper 

You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker 

When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era 

[Black Thought] 

It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute 

Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute 

For my man from the House of Representatives 

And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta 

Do I show you a style and throw you? 

For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause 

I'm the superior style and you inferior 

Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta-- 

Bust rule the, microphone 

Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden 

MC's just start to studdered from the rap style 

Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out 

Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms 

I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies 

MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem 

Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference 

You can never attempt to reach that where my level is 

Black Thought severin competitives, off the dome top 

Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just drop 

[Common] 

And don't halt, I guess it was my fault 

I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt 

But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago 

Niggas follow, hold the water bottle 

My shit'll keep flowin 

Now I'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure 

Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament 

Start to blessin it 

The shit is like this, where the beat went 

I give MC's the silent treatment 

They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh 

Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress 

Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother 

Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic 

That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad 

Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek 

I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week 

Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony 

Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony 

Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources 

Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this 

One time, it came back the rap sunshine 

Niggas follow me like one time 

Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on 

It's like this upon the mic yo I sit upon 

[Pharoahe Monch] 

Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo 

It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star 

Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far 

I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay 

Peepin the upper echelon of light display 

Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so 

Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel 

The sad slow nigga much smoother than Coltrane 

Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine 

The effortless action wit moves like subtraction 

Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction 

And all the while my beats can pile up 

More data than X-File shows all added up 

The educated nigga from Queens, by any means 

Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme Team 

But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream 

For niggas who fiend for hip hop 

I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots 

>From top notch cops to bust from a crotch 

Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome 

[Absolute] 

The last word was precision so I get a vision 

And makin sentences on top of your cranium 

Underground, sub-terranien 

Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's 

Who can't catch across the border 

Lookin across, the window, not a nympho 

Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly 

My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it 

Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit 

I pack shit but it's never like an automatic 

I'm causin static just like the opposite of Bounce 

I get, throwing mad amounts 

Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch 

I gotta catch the beat 

I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong 

I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken 

It's my turn to rhyme again 

Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy 

Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner 

You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap 

Yo 

*talking and shoutouts to end*