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Don't Say Nuthin'

The Roots

The Tipping Point

01.01.2004

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[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black with no Stetson, my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! [Hook] [Mumbling] Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin [Mumbling] ...cut the check Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin [Verse 2 - Black Thought] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a necklace Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it’s mine, word is bond, I'mma take it right back nigga [Hook] [Verse 3 - Black Thought] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from anonymous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'mma flame some sinister shit, the cold twister Slang thicker than Big Boi’s baby momma’s sister Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is canceled Nigga Black Ink, Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizable portions [Hook]
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