Stay Cool Lyrics - The Tipping Point - The Roots

(Black Thought) 

Bass for your face, highs for your eyes 

Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise 

Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright 

Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live 

I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels 

All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real 

She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill 

But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel 

But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make 

Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake 

I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged 

Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large 

We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us 

The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers 

Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist 

Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool 

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Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) 

Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon 

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) 

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool) 

There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) 

(Black Thought) 

Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side 

The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job 

Go up against enormous odds 

Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet 

Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet 

Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin 

From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain 

Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings 

And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions 

The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf 

Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony 

You feel the music know I'm over there probably 

Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me 

I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit 

It make you wanna make a new dance up 

It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff 

It's not another sound system rockin steady as us 

And it's cool 

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(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha 

(Hey, hey) check it out, and just 

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah 

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool) 

(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) 

(Black Thought) 

Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me 

They never ride past me, they really comin at me right 

They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be 

Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me 

Just, blast me in your box, play my shit 

I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip 

And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get 

And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset 

But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine 

In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine 

And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned 

The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme 

It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames 

I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James 

Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change 

I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains 

And I'm cool 

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) 

(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) 

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool) 

(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)