Distortion To Static Lyrics
| Song | Distortion To Static |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Do You Want More?!!!??! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Questlove | |
| Yo, I'm every | |
| MC, it's all in me | |
| That's the way it is, when ya gotta be | |
| Indeed as | |
| I distort | |
| I proceed, | |
| I needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the | |
| RamadaFour tanks in your memory banks to fill up | |
| I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe | |
| Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit | |
| Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick | |
| I flips, redder than pork, comin' to | |
| New York to mix | |
| With the snares and kicks to fix | |
| Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy | |
| Magically, | |
| I appear, spark a | |
| L and drink a beer | |
| With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice | |
| Then shoot | |
| The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic | |
| Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles | |
| Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind | |
| So I'm fine and five foot seven, inches in height | |
| My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights | |
| Ridin' in, like lightning | |
| Fluorescent, incandescent, evervescently | |
| I represent, foreign objects and ill elements | |
| Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter | |
| That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around | |
| Saturn like rings and brins swings when | |
| I sings with bass | |
| Then distort up in your face like mace | |
| Bustin' your dreams, | |
| I gasp with loaded magazines | |
| I'm on the rap scene, recolor fellas like a vaccine | |
| As I, rocks from under blunderin' | |
| I'm not, lyrically | |
| Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real | |
| It's the illest out the | |
| Phi, short for | |
| Philadelphia fly | |
| Money makin' move fakin' | |
| I isn'tNiggaz can nah front, | |
| I'm poetically exquisite | |
| Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' what is it | |
| Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night | |
| Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic | |
| Like that y'all and yo | |
| I'm flowin', my part of the song | |
| It's goin', it's goin', it's gone | |
| Now, go get your dictionary and your | |
| Pictionary' | |
| Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries | |
| Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple | |
| People, there's no equal, or no sequel | |
| So policies of equalities, get abolished | |
| Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin' polished | |
| Urges of splurge and words will just be merged | |
| Together, damn it's quite clever, however | |
| You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin' like | |
| These, troops, who be's, | |
| RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture | |
| Approach ya, with | |
| Magnetic shit that's | |
| UltraI make | |
| MC's dangle like a bangle | |
| Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles | |
| Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle' | |
| Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango | |
| To be particular, extra curricular, for pleasure | |
| Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure | |
| Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex | |
| Now, you wonder what's next |
| zuo ci : Questlove | |
| Yo, I' m every | |
| MC, it' s all in me | |
| That' s the way it is, when ya gotta be | |
| Indeed as | |
| I distort | |
| I proceed, | |
| I needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the | |
| RamadaFour tanks in your memory banks to fill up | |
| I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe | |
| Most can play high post, but yo that don' t mean shit | |
| Because my click' ll make a motherfucker sick | |
| I flips, redder than pork, comin' to | |
| New York to mix | |
| With the snares and kicks to fix | |
| Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy | |
| Magically, | |
| I appear, spark a | |
| L and drink a beer | |
| With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice | |
| Then shoot | |
| The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic | |
| Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles | |
| Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind | |
| So I' m fine and five foot seven, inches in height | |
| My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights | |
| Ridin' in, like lightning | |
| Fluorescent, incandescent, evervescently | |
| I represent, foreign objects and ill elements | |
| Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter | |
| That' s makin' tracks fatter, revolve around | |
| Saturn like rings and brins swings when | |
| I sings with bass | |
| Then distort up in your face like mace | |
| Bustin' your dreams, | |
| I gasp with loaded magazines | |
| I' m on the rap scene, recolor fellas like a vaccine | |
| As I, rocks from under blunderin' | |
| I' m not, lyrically | |
| Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real | |
| It' s the illest out the | |
| Phi, short for | |
| Philadelphia fly | |
| Money makin' move fakin' | |
| I isn' tNiggaz can nah front, | |
| I' m poetically exquisite | |
| Wicked, with the visit while you' re wonderin' what is it | |
| Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night | |
| Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic | |
| Like that y' all and yo | |
| I' m flowin', my part of the song | |
| It' s goin', it' s goin', it' s gone | |
| Now, go get your dictionary and your | |
| Pictionary' | |
| Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries | |
| Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple | |
| People, there' s no equal, or no sequel | |
| So policies of equalities, get abolished | |
| Demolished, distortion of the static' s gettin' polished | |
| Urges of splurge and words will just be merged | |
| Together, damn it' s quite clever, however | |
| You never, can sound alike, lyrics don' t be poundin' like | |
| These, troops, who be' s, | |
| RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture | |
| Approach ya, with | |
| Magnetic shit that' s | |
| UltraI make | |
| MC' s dangle like a bangle | |
| Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles | |
| Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don' t want to tangle' | |
| Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango | |
| To be particular, extra curricular, for pleasure | |
| Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure | |
| Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex | |
| Now, you wonder what' s next |
| zuò cí : Questlove | |
| Yo, I' m every | |
| MC, it' s all in me | |
| That' s the way it is, when ya gotta be | |
| Indeed as | |
| I distort | |
| I proceed, | |
| I needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the | |
| RamadaFour tanks in your memory banks to fill up | |
| I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe | |
| Most can play high post, but yo that don' t mean shit | |
| Because my click' ll make a motherfucker sick | |
| I flips, redder than pork, comin' to | |
| New York to mix | |
| With the snares and kicks to fix | |
| Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy | |
| Magically, | |
| I appear, spark a | |
| L and drink a beer | |
| With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice | |
| Then shoot | |
| The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic | |
| Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles | |
| Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind | |
| So I' m fine and five foot seven, inches in height | |
| My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights | |
| Ridin' in, like lightning | |
| Fluorescent, incandescent, evervescently | |
| I represent, foreign objects and ill elements | |
| Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter | |
| That' s makin' tracks fatter, revolve around | |
| Saturn like rings and brins swings when | |
| I sings with bass | |
| Then distort up in your face like mace | |
| Bustin' your dreams, | |
| I gasp with loaded magazines | |
| I' m on the rap scene, recolor fellas like a vaccine | |
| As I, rocks from under blunderin' | |
| I' m not, lyrically | |
| Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real | |
| It' s the illest out the | |
| Phi, short for | |
| Philadelphia fly | |
| Money makin' move fakin' | |
| I isn' tNiggaz can nah front, | |
| I' m poetically exquisite | |
| Wicked, with the visit while you' re wonderin' what is it | |
| Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night | |
| Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic | |
| Like that y' all and yo | |
| I' m flowin', my part of the song | |
| It' s goin', it' s goin', it' s gone | |
| Now, go get your dictionary and your | |
| Pictionary' | |
| Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries | |
| Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple | |
| People, there' s no equal, or no sequel | |
| So policies of equalities, get abolished | |
| Demolished, distortion of the static' s gettin' polished | |
| Urges of splurge and words will just be merged | |
| Together, damn it' s quite clever, however | |
| You never, can sound alike, lyrics don' t be poundin' like | |
| These, troops, who be' s, | |
| RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture | |
| Approach ya, with | |
| Magnetic shit that' s | |
| UltraI make | |
| MC' s dangle like a bangle | |
| Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles | |
| Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don' t want to tangle' | |
| Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango | |
| To be particular, extra curricular, for pleasure | |
| Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure | |
| Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex | |
| Now, you wonder what' s next |
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