The Roots — Dont Say Nuthin

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah! That all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious Kamikaze South splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin' Keep 'em playin' they position Keep makin' the people listen what I spin Put 'em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not settin' a trend We never listen to them It's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind My home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em They all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em Now, who the type built to last? It's no question The master, villain in black wit' no Stetson My sound hittin' you hard from every direction Your head and shoulder area, your midsection, dawg! [Hook] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggers who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand Give it here, and don’t say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don’t say nuthin' When the team on the set with the guns gone clap Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun-clappers Out on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wantin' the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties runnin' reckless from Philly to Texas Surprisin' what niggas willin' to do to get a necklace Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to D Thirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times, they be stickin' you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it’s mine, word is bond, I'mma take it right back, nigga [Hook] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggers who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand Give it here. and don’t say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don’t say nuthin' When the team on the set with the guns gone clap Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I get in front of the band On stage, wit' the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform from anonymous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin' I'mma flame some sinister shit, the code twister Slang thicker than Big Boi baby mom’s sister Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here, Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo, it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin', all bets is canceled Nigga Black Ink, Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial We finna have the whole industry at a standstill See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill So get wit' them endorsements, and call reinforcements 'Cause my clique come a full sizable portion [Hook] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggers who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand Give it here. and don’t say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don’t say nuthin' When the team on the set with the guns gone clap Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin