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the roots - clones lyrics

to all the jim carrey–ss large co-op
knowhati’msayin? large co-op, what the f-ck
to the clones, we bless the domes
blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
freestyle all the way son
dice

[verse 1: m.a.r.s]
first of all let’s talk about these ill capers
and fly -ss frontin b-tches that now caught vapors
n-ggas run up on you with guns, sn-tchin papers
outlined body chalk, is how they would scr-pe ya
from off the pavement, i hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
but then the bible never saved sh-t
i guess that’s why every juvenile is in the same predicament
you wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
you can’t make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
i try to tell ya, don’t let these streets f-ckin fail ya
the way n-ggas be gettin clapped sh-t’ll f-ckin scare ya
but in the dark, we ran wild, so we k!llin em
n-ggas scared, can’t stand still, like f-ckin helium
fake n-ggas, they don’t go platinum they go aluminum
got em cloned the f-ck up son, that’s why we losin em
i’m lookin at this n-ggas longevity
to make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
cuz if i get sent to d.c., i’m sendin dice to de
with three p’s, so when i get out, he can see me
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
the snake will be that b-tch and that rat will be that cool cat
with swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
master allah rule savior, never clone

[verse 2: black thought]
i use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
disgrace your date put your t-tle to waste
dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
illadelph isle pensy, that’s the residency
consistent currency, my pockets never empty
some cats, believe they mc but we know they all fraud
do a show in philly n-ggas wouldn’t applaud
n0body know your record nor who you openin for
can tell your squad’s artificial while approachin the door
so you should prepare, for lyrical terror that’s pure
step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with dice raw
the matador, shorty connoisseur
stompin whatever you build to the floor
similar to that of a dinosaur
i told you i’m the rap predator
you insist to imitate, what for?
superstar n-ggas is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a f-ckin record deal
comin with somethin veterans can’t feel
i hit you like a steel anvil
because you grafted off the next man’s sk!ll
but still i remain mellow, seeing the theatrics of oth-llo
but know the tactics of the p.l.o
these c.l.o.-n.e.s. fess
the phoniest cats is felonious (word)

[verse 3: dice raw]
dice raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
leave a n-gga shook, to the point, he won’t speak
never half–ssed, always live and direct
on b-tches try to punk smell the panty and raw s-x
mad lights i had to black out, when fake n-ggas act out
or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
all y’all n-ggas is fake, tryin to emulate my style
what grown man? in this game, to me you’re a child
i trained wack mc’s, in camps like ex-marines
why the f-ck you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying things, that your -ss never seen before?
you traveled to the realm of dice raw
where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
it’s not your fault black, just the fact you wasn’t shown
you’ll come through this like a smurf
unnatural it’s not from this earth
represent well i been like this since birth
and i won’t be the last but i definitely was the first
dice raw big car logan vall sol-dier

[verse 4: malik b]
don’t come across that line or pay a cost
knuckle games and hammer c-cked ain’t nothing sweet or soft
win, lose, or draw to the jaw take one
deranged lyrical launcher, or station
no conversation is needed, my task completed
read a n-gga up and down in the cut where i’m seated
sn-tch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
you laid on your lap, when i attack your glamorous
lifestyle, i banged your head up with the white fowl
my character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
i breeze through areas n-ggas would fear to walk in
balance the talking, that galactic style as of a vulcan
your star trek -ss will wrinkle
spill these words and form into a sprinkle, cap you’re brought up and the name of twinkle
my insight will crack the windpipe of y’all n-ggas
whether small, middle-sized, or tall n-ggas
just tie your name next when i start to x
giving out flex pains of death so f-ck a rain check
the insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
you proceed to lame check, the opposite of same s-x
i annihliate your type if you violate
making your blood rush, your pulse now at a higher rate

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