Universe At War Lyrics - Illadelph Halflife - The Roots

featuring Common 

Intro: Common 

Yeah, U.N.I.Verse 

at war 

U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) 

at war motherf**ker 

We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) 

Illadelph, you know how we get down 

You know the business (Illtown illanoid) 

Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) 

Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) 

Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) 

Chorus: 2X 

When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) 

And your verse at core, for what you thought before 

Steppin up into a zone you should never explore 

The next level or, level of the whole conceptor 

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Verse One: 

Check it, rappers 

Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes 

Sounding like hoes 

Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples 

I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man 

Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel 

War, going on between the West and the East 

Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh 

of the land, niggaz don't own a piece 

Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me 

Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living 

My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie 

Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion 

Sent my homey to the number two division 

Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver 

at a table with sophisticated bitches 

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin 

Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother 

Nor do I call every nigga my brother 

Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik 

So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep 

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Verse Two: 

Yo, enter the last era 

and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era 

Your scholarship into the world of politics 

I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer 

The Ace Ventura into the horror 

Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border 

I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura 

Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes 

and mortalize, my image hit the skies 

Deceive the devil in disguise 

My music I parenthesize 

Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama 

Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise 

Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer 

I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama 

The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma 

Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy 

or history of the family, the fifth dynasty 

For humanity, to bear witness to this 

Del-val-syllable stylist 

You know the time kid 

Chorus 2X 

Verse Three: 

Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet 

Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid 

Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic 

The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it 

See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it 

Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static 

The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic 

Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it 

The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary 

exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated 

Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated 

I Used to Love but now she violated 

They outdated and incarcerated 

Loved and appreciated hated and very debated 

And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related 

For every career created was eliminated 

Verse Four: Common 

As the block is de-vine 

Niggaz swing on in a safari 

Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari 

Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see 

Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening 

Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be 

My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad 

Business in places for you to cash your check 

The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake 

You can live in the burbs, and still get had 

They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate 

Call each other 'cause cause of how we relate 

For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate 

I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates 

Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate 

Harmonizing through beeper and reefer 

The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper 

Chorus 4X