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Quills (explicit Album Version Explicit) - The Roots
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo soul shock yo)

(Give it everything you got yo)

(Once again it's time it's time)
Yo piss in the staircase blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages

Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers fifth still in the chamber
Sh*t I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
Pull out
Rageous arms from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger

I'm Larry Davis duckin' helicopter
Hoverin' government agents
We muscle the language
What we spit will leave your sh*t in utter amazement

I'm hot brolic call it contagious
The sh*t the Roots started got these
Other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest the rhythm is anguish
Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages

Is something in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no sh*t
Black traumatic so there you have it
My battin' average abort full of
Graphic assault it's all classic
Thought put a**-backwards rappers in a small package

Experience is all that is I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage
The technique in your reach if only you could have it
For me it's automatic it's na-tu-ral I'm mad thoro

Poet for hired pack metal

You feel me

Yo the load heavy
We walk around a little edgy all ready and steady
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry it figures
Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times disadvantegeous man listen

The story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name
Talk about consciousness it's a different thing

Envision again the honorable 'Riq general Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique animal style
Out of your dreams kid you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist a lyrical genious

Inject you with the broke down english
The most freshest and cleanest three G's
Guess what the fame is

Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish
If you real make me believe it ni**a

Yo the rebel Che Guevara
You felt another date you better
Don't copped off create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice cold Beck huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin' shots lickin while the plot thickens

Sands in the hourglass thinnin' the last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast women
It's nothing a lust for the crabs keep the passion and
Blaow kissin' my tablet with firing pins

Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen

MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again
Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been

Thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther

Man to man hammer cocked block and standoff
Bang gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon

Thing about my music is it ain't sh*t like y'all
Thought dislike a 28-inch python

You know what I'm saying

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin