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Dynamite! by The Rootsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Dynamite! by The Roots

     

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Uh uh, come on, S-P in the
Up north into the NYC and the out West
And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite
What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite
Uh check it out, uh uh
Yo yo yo yo yo check it out

[Chorus]
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite

Yo, check it out
In in tro tro duc ducing
The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think
It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink
Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct
But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing

Behind thee, the mic champ-ion
More than a step-ion
Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on
Macro-cosmic, micro-master

Ey yo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
People want to see the way the Illadel play
Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me
Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in
Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em
Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
Your half-steppin' ass, could never fathom a grasp because

Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin' it
Bringin' this apocalypse, nigga you mad topical
Bitch my raps trick your optical
Mister superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue
This is your official, dismissal
I don't study the artificial, who fuckin' wit the dark crystal
Yo where are is you? I'm movin' like a smart missile
Aimed and guaranteed to hit you

Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric
To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness

We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit
Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean
Afro-American slash half-blade-ean
In your universe, my star's the most radiant

[Chorus]

Ey yo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
Plus admission is denied so just wait outside
Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde
And I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heed
You travellin' like speed
Iller than adventures you might read
O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses

Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down
Tryin' to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco
Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so
I represent so you gotta squint
As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate
We causin' nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents
Don't come in my district, kickin' that *bullshit*

Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get
Lyrically lifted, touchin' the Fifth shit
Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
Five was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit

And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror
Back-slappin' all the niggas that slept
Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear
I'm strippin' they vi near
Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : TARIK COLLINS TROTTER, A. THOMPSON, L. HUBBARD, SAYEED, YANCEY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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