โหลดเพลง mp3 The Lesson-Part III (It's Over Now) - The Roots

The Lesson-Part III (It's Over Now) - The Roots
Well it's the raw regees thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought my girl's the Black LILIES
Some people try to front like "I ain't feelin it really"
But that's silly 'cause how the f**k you can't feel me
When I first felt it I knew it had to be dealt wit
Alot of ice-grillin in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose you too selfish
Gimme that guess who bringin the "Get busy" back
Women say the sound of my voice the Afrodeziac
E-me and when I'm in your town come see me
The Real World for real this ain't your MTV

The illest INNERVISIONS since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks

The fact of the matter is a matter of fact
That it's the Black Thought controllin like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya a** to what's about to come because
The Lesson now it's now we close shop

We got it locked it's over now

Aiyyo Dice's flows hit idiots like crossbows
Knock em out the atlas push em off the atlas
I'm laugin lookin down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedastall grab my scrotum
Aiyyo y'all niggas ain't f**kin wit this sh*t
Aiyyo y'all ain't F**king wit the Roots crew
The rap is a riot yeah 'cause my family bouncin
Soon as the name Dice Raw is announced in
The arena the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint the same guy that's f**kin your girl
I just didn't have parents The Roots found me in the trash
But still a ni**a got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky-finger up off the glass
Keep talkin sh*t homeboy that's your a**

It's just the simple part of the game
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cause it departed again
M-ill-i-tant is atomic
You fall from the sky just like a comet
Move out till the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you bout
How many of these niggas you doubt
How many of these ladies makin you shout
You on a mission so listen to this
Ask yourself what condition is this
Sick in the wist I rap on a satellite disk
You gotta like this
Askin me about the way that I stroll
About the way I enfold
In scrambling mode
You're like that
Don't bark cat bite back
What up Blood Is things still the same in the hood
While I sit I gotta get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave em stiff in the mud
You wannabe thug
In section eight houses were hush up under the rug
The sh*t I spit is hummin wit slugs get soaked in the suds

The Lesson now it's now we close shop

We got it locked it's over now

The Lesson now it's now we close shop

We got it locked it's over now

The Lesson now it's now we close shop

We got it locked it's over now