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Ital (The Universal Side) - The Roots

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal Side

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

From the Universal Side

Abstract
I wanna be able to reach an MC
And reach a little child in the same degree
And my elders excel
I mean what the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps
In all before we fall in the fire
It's a million mc's upon a
Plan they call real tryin' to set it
Profess mic techniques illegit
Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded
In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited
Check it out man
I use my music implemented
With jewels export tools
To inspire all those too cool
Fools who say screw school
'Cause they don't see the conspiracy
That's put here to trap you and me
You think you can get it
Y'all know the battle lieutenant
Be on some whole 'nother
Other finesse genetic
They say I get it from my
Mother so it's inhereditary
And very necessary to shine
Legendarily heavily refined
Contemporaries like The
Roots is so radit's like dage
Which bag did they come out of
And how can I get in it to win
It like a raffle ticket pick
And if you feelin' something
Guess who gets the sticking
I got this Ital style up close and personal
The first of all I violate I shall retaliate
We on point like decimal abstract now

MCin' while I'm breathin' MCin' is believin
That you can host a ceremony
And the dough is never phony
In fact it's quite therapeutic
Like B12 hypodermic needle
So shoot it
Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out and strike
With it just slightly might miss it
When I blast through your
Section and district the feminine
From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon c'mon
From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal to the Universal
C'mon c'mon
In my formitive years by
My peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time
Killed the congruent
I peeped the blue prints on
How to make true sense of MC's
Which are a nuisance I know just
What to do since I'm on another lev
Brothers is fakin' jacks and
Think they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn to
Make theri thoughts long term
'Cause on theri short
Cuts they made a wrong turn
Probably timelessly I construct the fear some
To rip your eardrum for many years to come
Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise
So hard it's a wonder y'all alive
And still breathin' niggaz is
Dead and not even
Perpetuatin' real life the sh*t kicked
Is real trife they fake bleedin'
It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin'
They cold actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up
Mc's scenes is kicked up
Like women with the gripper
Drinking moet 'till they hiccup
Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up
Fantasizin' about the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed
On stage you won't need your tef vest
Only a mic with and a mic test
And at your best you get blessed
By the fans who profess
That they can relate with
The trials you tribulate
Or the pains you endure
Cause some cats is pure
Tell horors that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake joints just to get a woo woo
The tear jerker you like that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out
I think it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade 'cause yo you played
We 'bout to drop on you like the everglades

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side
C'mon c'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side
To the Universal Side

To the East coast Side to the West coast Side

To the Universal Side