The Roots — Stay Cool

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Bass for your face, highs for your eyes Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise Rude boys, keep that thing at your side, be alright Muh'fuckers, Philly, we up in here, we all live I'm puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels All she ever seem to do is play it cool, f'real She be pushin' Pop's vessel, and his shoe's is ill But her hand keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel But it's cool, we never slippin' when it's moves to make Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit-list Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get this, fool [Hook] Check it out (Stay cool) stay cool, daddy (Stay cool) Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) There it is (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool) [Verse 2: Black Thought] Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side The game stitched, yo, I'm doin' my job Go up against enormous odds Wouldn't break a sweat, money make a bet Funny son, you threat, well I ain't shakin' yet Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain Children in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings And brothers 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions The stress got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony You feel the music, know I'm over there probably Pimpin' on the same system that forever shorted me I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up It's all to the good shorty, go on, do that stuff It's not another sound system rockin' steady as us And it's cool [Hook] (Stay Cool) yeah (Stay Cool) stay cool, ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool) [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the Jakes harass me They never ride past me, they really comin' at me, right They wanna know where the drugs, guns and cash be Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me Just blast me in your box, play my shit I know it's crowded at the top, 'cause I'm on the tip And that's as high up at the top as a brother could get And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset But it's fine, 'Riq Jizzle and I'm back for mine In case y'all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned The way I'm operatin', what is it? Surgery or rhyme? It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield drummin' for James Hip-hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for change I exercise till a muscle build, breakin' the chains And it's cool [Hook] (Stay cool) (Stay cool) (Hey, hey) (Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)