Proceed Ii Lyrics - The Roots

...welcome to The Roots, The Roots 

Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house 

and uhh, Malik B, is in the house 

We're groovin out, yes in the house 

*discordant talk* 

Just get on the mic with your master plan 

One: Malik B 

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I can make you dance, I can make you shout 

The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out 

Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect 

Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth 

Rap extrordinaire share me never ever 

See through because I be true, Malik's together 

Intox your cells till your brain vein swells 

Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel 

Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front 

I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch 

I always stand firm, under any term 

My actions never squirm cuz my tracks is perm 

I have a tendency to defend this MC 

My residency is simply in sensei 

I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot 

It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it 

My style is like a cat from a seventies flick 

Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick 

Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray 

When I talk this way, I do dismay 

See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle 

My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble 

The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed 

I sign off but I shall proceed 

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I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic 

Two: Black Thought 

Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly 

We could get fly that's the anthem of my 

crew not to glorify but it's sorta high 

Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why 

my man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate 

Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape 

To escape Metropolis is such a violent state 

I spill words over pages, styles over phrases 

from the world's different stages for crowds of different ages 

Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah 

Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over 

Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids 

Doin bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought 

I interface with bass when I communicate 

Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of 

rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm 

therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore 

I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore 

The Roots'll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed 

Rockin on the microphone I do this well (repeats) 

*crowd cheers* 

The Roots, The Roots!