mine, got to get the lightning rod Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine Before
Marvin, The Troublemen travellin Give me the mic, we on that again B-boy business, off the top actin and battlin Servin them cats that forgot But don't get too close, because you might get
same opinion Indians, blacks and whites and East Indians Latins, girls draped in lace and satin North Van to Venice, T-Dot to Manhattan All get the
when you hear this warrior's war cry Four out of five dentists recommend That you support Swollen Members on their second win Get it? People get their teeth knocked in But some of them will get
get down y'all, yeah * in background: "Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)" 4X * It looks like another one's comin around (3X) So The Square Roots gotta
Roots, the one to call your ultra adversary Now you're all desert 'cause I'ma serve ya like a tray To meet your doom, Malik's the boom, so you get swept
U.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse at war, motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style, Illadelph You know how we get down, you know the business Bringin
Bust the popcorn, drop it ons my cassette and Yo Crumbs, umm, how you feel? I hope it's blessed man Dig The Square Roots be the setters of examples
because they're loyal, while tempers boil On u.s. soil, they're screamin no blood for oil Groups of recruits get fitted for troop boots While business
Because, the nasal... will eat shrimp and basil Remaining head to toe on the foes And he says he will Flip on the brothers if they don't pump their fists and Get busy
the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy Scuff
play the bitch role, they take my shoe Tell me what the am I supposed to do? So I did it, don't stop get it get it get it All of a sudden these critics
rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy Madison Square Garden security can't get with me Don't bother me, motherfucker I'm busy! [Chorus] [Kool Keith
get up [chorus 2x] [verse 2: trick daddy] I had to dream about a dope fiend And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz
a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid
, break your back Realize b-boys aina??t faking that Fucked that youa??ve forgotten hoe How could you have gotten so far gone? That you could never go back to the roots
like this I say... I'm the rap promoter I start to motor Tour from new york to south dakota Drink ginger ale or root beer soda Never get the girls with
nervous I can't sleep Life is getting more busy each day And my doctor is giving me more pills Some get me up, some calm me down, yeah Modern chemistry, big into business
