The Roots: Proceed IV

Here we go Heh heh here we go Heh, heh heh, heh heh, heh here we go Heh heh, heh heh, heh heh, here we go Heh heh, heheheheh, here we go Heh heh, heh heh, heh heh, here we go Heh heh, heh heh, heh heh, heh, heh heh heh heh, heh, heh heh, heh, heh heh *fades* Verse One: Malik B I can make you dance, I can make you shout The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect 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 *gunshot* 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 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 still 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 Within a world of hate many mics I *gunshot* 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 *gunshot* beg for lyrical plague to pass them over Right 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 a higher 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: I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic (7X) I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the to rock the to rock the... Representin, the planet, West Oakland The A-to-the-J, dip to the dollar, the sign, the shine Watch the Heat, Productions Red Hot, and Cool, youknowhatI'msayin?