The Roots No Hometro/Proceed 2 (Feat. Roy Ayers) Lyrics
            ...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
        
            Verse One: Malik B
        
            I can make you dance, I can make you shout
            The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out
            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
            n____z'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
        
            Chorus:
        
            I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (4X)
        
            Verse 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 n____z beg for lyrical plague to pass them over
            Righ right n____z 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
        
            Chorus
        
            Rockin on the microphone I do this well (repeats)
            *crowd cheers*
            The Roots, The Roots!
        
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