The Good The Bad And The Desolate Lyrics - The Roots

Shanky Don Intro: 

Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The 

Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life 

instantly? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now. 

Black Thought: 

Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize 

They get props from they local guys and try to raise 

Speaching through the mic like "Yo I apologize" 

They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com- 

Plectual sexual side of the rhyme 

When I make love to the mic the crowd respond 

Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club 

So throw your hands up in the air show your love 

We waste not the bangingest beats but make use 

The Roots get you open like parachutes 

Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic? 

Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute 

It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent fine lye 

Delphia empire fifth dynasty 

Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate 

While the fake spectate 

I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin' 

And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent 

But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney 

You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon 

Examinin the compact disc to start rammin' 

To put the diagram in effect and get fly 

On immature MC's who try 

Wake 'em up outta they High School High 

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Shakny Don: 

Yo bumbading bumdadabedang 

The Roots crew boy we mash things again 

Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again 

Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island 

Bumbading ripadededang look? I mash up the scene 

Malik B (M-illa-tant): 

I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed 

Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze 

Insight skin type annalitic cause I live it 

My? brow pivot over your style like "give it" 

The lyricism I'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion 

Brutalize your section stalk your whole region 

When you blink it's hell then you drink Sifendale 

You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells 

We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches 

Look first comes the money the power then the (?) 

They all will bring you down but I Milliant the sound 

With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town 

Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons 

I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones 

You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it 

Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it 

Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil 

I stay sedated worth a Zantac that's a pill 

It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit 

Stress relates to those who walk around protected 

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Shanky Don: 

Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang 

The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene 

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again 

Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang 

The Roots crew man them come back again 

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the islang 

Dice Raw: 

Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outroduction 

Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction 

No frontin' finger on the button of destruction 

Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and 

Step inside the illafifth dungeon 

Where it smells of pungent 

The underwater the brotherly lovin' 

Where crabs get knocked out respect from 

Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em 

The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin' 

Interupting my class when my class is in session 

Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson 

What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin' 

Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen 

It feels good that's when you know it's a sin 

Everytime I rhyme I might get charged for murder 

Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger 

Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves 

Like Kolby and Big Kev on fridays 

Your styles older than dolo we on the top of? 

Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota 

Shanky Don: 

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they mash up the lane 

Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again 

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run things again 

Bumbading bumdadadedang Rufugee Camp step on thee scene 

Bumdading bumdadadedang