The Roots — Proceed III

[Black Thought] Rock on to the break of dawn, freak on to the early morn' Kadafi and Soufon, you got it goin' on To my man Big Sean, you got it goin' on Now, yo, you got The Roots in the house We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin' lovely With ya ears, now, proceed It's flavor you wouldn't believe, as we proceed [Hook x2: Black Thought] I shall (I shall), proceed (Proceed) And continue (And continue), to rock the mic (To rock the mic) [Verse 1: Malik B] Let's kill all the small talk and just elaborate The Roots collaborate, I see myself as rather great How the words generate Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate As if in the course flow with intensive force You best to go and check your source about my textual chords Simplicit, yo, it sounds complex, you might miss it But after you critique it, you can kiss it I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics When I identify, niggas simplify, you'll feel no sympath-i My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin' My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin' Gosh, these MC's, I wash more than detergent I can split the Red Sea when deadly Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Bahamadia] Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly Brand new, funk doobie Coosy with the tactics when I gets Raw, like Dice Nice with the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??! of the Organix Pure eargasmatic, from Distortion to Statics Automatic, systematic, I'm nasty at it So hand me the five microphones like you did Illmatic One Time 4 the Mind Rhyme be comin' from a Illadelph state of mind The World Is Mine, whole or Halftime All the time, and I shall proceed I'm movin on, baby, I shall proceed To remain on point like an infrared beam Succeed in chasin' out the ultraviolet dreams No Mas like Shorty, 'cause it's all about C.R.E.A.M [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Black Thought] Black and handsome, holdin' MC's for ransom Thoughts command some, is this a Phantom? Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled I hit ya from the most bizarre angle Rectangular visions of papes my mind conceive Motivatin' me to achieve, thus, I must proceed When I ride the train, traumatized to maintain When laid back, the tracks can relax the brain I gotta deal with everythin' on this intelligent plain Servin' as a killer to the pain, I live a High Life like Miller Me and the mic's mechanized Respect, recognize, Luqmaan beyond wise Limitless when I bless the mic with speak Dialect never weak, y'all niggas know Tariq From 7th & Snyder Ave., got the flavor you need For your ingredients, indeed So to the lead, I shall proceed [Hook x4]