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Hit the flo’ ah, cuz it’s bout to blow ah C’mon, hit the flo’ ah, it’s bout to blow ah Hit the flo’ ah, it’s about to blow ah Hit the flo’ ah, cuz it’s about to blow ah Lyrical landslide, bonafide worldwide live Shit to make my niggas in the west just vibe Comin out the numero that don’t divide That’s 5, talk hustle that’s the way we survive My alter-ego, five-hundred fifty-five people collide Beneath a ? counter-locks? last like a thousand shots Black thought, sp side-clout to strut on sidewalk Dip like high drug, spit fire fly third eye talk That leave your mind struck What, miss kinda you fuckin the rhyme up Yo my man oc told ya time’s up React/respond what, y’all mc’s is awe-struck Pull a seat up at my table of contents But kill all the nonsense, I’m readin your contents, you hate it The ceo, sp incorporated Supreme rap manuevers dat deleted orchestrated Yamsayin, the most awaited back again Shorty said where ya been? That I can’t divulge, you can check for the bulge Or roll over in dough Yamsayin get overwhelmed, develop like film Step up into the realm, what into the realm Yamean, p-p, fam malik b *scatting* Yamsayin, word up you gone lose control Yamsayin, mc’s you got bit the flow Yamean, it’s bout to blow Check it out, c’mon wit the flow Yo yo, aight playa, I got whatever kind of flavor Rock from la to colorado to decatur Wherever I walk stay smoked for hours later I stumble into some trees to scuff up your gators Now what you and your lady know, don’t she tell you how she a this nigga? She hit me up wit like fifty-five pages My sound take you from conception to death stages Introducin adrenaline, it’s outrageous Lift you up like you’re weightless Yo sit down it’s hard to take this bad news to spread around Now I’m about to let you know what’s up now You’ll be like that’s what’s up now I’m black thought, I’ll pull the ground up from under your feet Like it’s a throw rug, my vocal impact that of a fo-fo slug You hold your chest like hold up, I need time to think And detonate don’t blink Yamsayin, hit the floor again now you extinct Check it out, when we warrin in we on the brink Insanity, niggas is panickin, ya tryin to run Check it out, aiyyo yo the fearsome What, hit the flo’ Hold up yamean, you just don’t know (check it out) We bout to let this go (check it out) *scatting* aight, yo hit the flo’! Check it out, it’s bout to blow wop bop Check it out, hit the flo’ wop wop Check it out, shit’s bout to blow wop wop and a c’mon Hit the flo’ wop wop we-wop c’mon Bout to blow wop bop check it out C’mon hit the flo’ wop, and ah It’s ya yamean, r-double-o-t-s yes step Yes, the lieutent, table of contents yo And the table of contents yamean?  More Roots Song Lyrics
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