The Roots — Concerto of The Desperado

[Hook: Black Thought] It's the Concerto of The Desperado R-double-O-T-S, check the flow If you know like I know, then you know the motto That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, in the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry is set like a U.F.O The maestro, the lyricist concerto My physical play the role of a vessel The level of my lyrics law manifesto My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts Of a gorilla stronger than Samson Without Delilah, my soliloquy profess my ability to just Stimulate you like the best sensimilla The Halflife of Illadel' LP, no filler, proceed Hitherin' is my death, I will blow your tower to smithe- -reens, the fiends catch another rhyme river Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper Unorthodox hip-hop minister Than a Serengeti cheetah, my thought's swifter You lose your balance when the sound hits ya So, check for the Fifth Militia A poet's under pressure, stressin' that you get the picture (Click!) Even if it mean you gotta hang over the banister I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher And take advantage of ya crew because you're amateur Styles gunnin' down your sound-man and manager, what!? This how we do it in the year of '96 With this deliberate attack on pointless rap shit Breakin' MC's down to fraction, tell your squadron It's time to go to war, Respond/React once more [Hook: Black Thought] It's the Concerto of The Desperado R-double-O-T-S, check the flow If you know like I know, then you know the motto That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go It's the Concerto of The Desperado R-double-O-T-S, check the flow If you know like I know, then you know the motto That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go [Verse 2: Black Thought] The implorer, the universe explorer Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah Leavin' these niggas open like the box of Pandora With styles that's Newer than the World Order Approximately 3/4 of y'all are water, I straight deport ya Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture The pil-grimage to the line of scrimmage up against your image Where life is a heist and the strong get a percentage It's ill as a war and within it, I'm the Lieutenant That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant You fold like Japan's futons and fans While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestri-an I crush a mount-ain into grains of sand Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand The Desperado that refuse to follow The Fifth aficionado break you up into parts like vibrato I'm deep like the dark of the night Niggas is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic They use the simple back-and-forth The same old rhythm that's plain I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain It's the hip-hop purist That leave you lost like a tourist inside the chorus Niggas is bringin' nothin' for us As we're breakin' 'em down to fraction, tell your squadron It's time to go to war, Respond/React once more [Hook: Black Thought] It's the Concerto of The Desperado R-double-O-T-S, check the flow If you know like I know, then you know the motto That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go It's the Concerto of The Desperado R-double-O-T-S, check the flow If you know like I know, then you know the motto That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go