The Roots — Mellow My Man / Jusufckwithis Live

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The sounds that you're about to hear Can be devastating, to your ear Ladies and gentlemen The sounds that you're about to hear Can be devastating, to your ear World premiere, world premiere World premiere, world premiere World premiere [Verse 1: Black Thought] One two Yes, y'all got the legendary Roots crew in the house We coolin' out, relaxin' My partner M-Ilitila is in the battlefield in action We in effect mode right now for all of y'all We even brought my young boy Dice Raw We gon' set it off right about... Yo, y'all feelin' this? Come on, uh, uh, uh... La Di Da Di, who likes to party? Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cool as a ice brick With soul, like afro picks, with the black fist Leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist It's the cause of that "Oh..." Yo, the skits I kick flow Like catfish, and got wide emcees on the blacklist I'm sharp as a cactus, and quick to bust gymnastic tactics The Roots is really true to this rap shit Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that follow me Back to the Soul Shack for all the rap colonies Max, what, Illa Fifth is abstract Make Shadrach Abednego like Meshach Black Thought, the nappy cat, a bookworm with soul Soul as cool as Malcolm Little with a conk and a perm Burn the herb sticks like wicks, flip it when I slaps the hand Of my mellow my man, Malik B [Black Thought rapping Malik B's verse] Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower The professional, best in those skills that kills so... WHOA, slow down before you go down Sissy, this is Agatha Christie, you're slain and know now Next contender, Malik's the axe offender Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's more deeper than the Microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits Throats, put him in a quote, when he croaks You isn't it or is it my mellow Jack Son, I get wreck with a TEC, make you jump and say 'ribbit' I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny norm... (And, what, what, what) on the norm Captured, was all the wack shit y'all niggas manufactured Yo, you could even ask Anita about the, rap-ture I figured, perhaps, yo, to say this plain For my mellow my man [Chorus: Black Thought] The way we do it like this That, for my mellow my man Bring it back for my mellow No, no no, do it like that This, for my mellow my man Like this, y'all, yo N-n-n-no, we do it like this and a For my mellow my man Like that for my, ayo No, do it like that, y'all For my mellow, yo It's like that, uh [Outro: Black Thought] Yo, I got spunk, plus funk And Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down Matter fact, turn that heat down... We 'bout to, we finna get funky, a'ight If you are a lover of music, throw one hand up in the air for me right about now You nam'sayin'? Because if you love music, yeah, you love the good shit You definitely fuckin' with this, you nam'sayin'? You got to deal with this, and if you know the time, you on the tip Because The Roots Crew'll rock the house 'Cause we doin' it for you, and we the ultimate, check it out You want some good shit, fuck with this, here we go You know the time, you're on the tip, uh The Roots crew will rock the house It's just for you, we turn shit out Yo, you want some good shit, fuck with this And if you know the time, you're on the tip Because The Roots crew will rock the house It's just for you, we turn shit out Lay back, you want some good shit, fuck with this You know the time, you're on the tip, yo The Roots crew will rock the house It's just for you, we turn shit out Yo, you love music, fuck with this You know the time, you're on the tip The Roots crew will rock the house, what Yo, we be the ultimate, and it's just for you It's really for you, the shit that we do, is really for you We rock the house, we turn shit out It's just for you, for you and you Yo... *whispering and scatting*