Grand Return

* only on international versions [Hook: Wadud Ahmad + Dice Raw] + (Dice Raw) The streets talk and they hear And they watch, so stay clear Cause they need, the streets feed A street thief, and what they need (So everybody Get up [x7] Everybody Get up [x7] Everybody get up) [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uh, I get up Read the mornin' paper, kiss my baby girl Tell my lady friend I'm gone 'til I save the world Jump in my Hot Rod wheel, lookin' super thorough Rockin' a long black cape like the Duke of Earl My cool don't drop, I spit where the future twirl I smash glass in my hands to produce a pearl I do the James on stage, then I do the [?] You can tell I'm bonafide live, cause I'm too fo' real So the truth prevail, I never fail Ask me to key the blaze in the trail I never tell, like the digits on the check in the mail I give 'em hell with the clever rhymes In the squad situated [?] White on white shelltoes throwin' elbows You wanna holla? You can do the rebel yell, bro I'm not concerned, when will y'all learn Roots crew mothafuckas; it's the grand return [Hook] [Outro: Instrumental]