Ya'all Know Who Lyrics - The Roots

I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial 

I'm better but some don't believe though 

But I'm a proven hot 

Y'all know the legendary Roots crew 

Here we go Ock, watch my material knock 

Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box 

Down low covert ops feel or not 

Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot 

My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist 

Laid back how it come off it seems effortless 

I mac Nicholas, like a me St. 

Flow excellent, my movement the next testament 

Rhinoceros in the raps of far we 

Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party 

I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be 

Back to do it to death til ya tired of me 

Now who the number one best 

The never pop nuthin sound like the rest 

C'mon you know I am em 

Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women, 

green trees and white linen 

The black thought was a monster from the beginnin 

Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin 

It's my time and it's long overdo 

Now who's comin through y'all know who 

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Ya'All know the legendary roots crew 

Word up, Black Th-idought, code name Anwar Sa-didat 

Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks 

From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink 

Picklehead cats is join, they don't think 

Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money 

Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink 

Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting 

Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing 

Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish 

Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it 

It manifests a style thou shall not covet 

And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it 

Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh 

My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov 

You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss 

And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss 

It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw 

Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw 

We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture 

For real, For real 

Who comin' to get y'all 

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Step into the spot the venue is empty 

5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy 

Packed up to the maximum occupancy 

Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy 

Break down the barriers don't try to fence me 

Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me 

Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an' 

24 out the 18 straight leapin 

Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin 

Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin 

Bang this in the hoods 

Like stolen goods, keep reachin 

New soundwave street sweepin 

I walk upon water like Run D 'em 

Cash Money maintainin' the cut 

It's our time and it's long overdue 

Who comin' through y'all know who 

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