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Double Trouble Lyrics - Things Fall Apart: Limited - The Roots

We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow 

Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down 

All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown 

Brace yourself, it's about to go down 

 

Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound 

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound 

(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about 

 

We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget 

We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) 

Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it 

The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit 

The magnificent, rapper's run from it 

All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it 

MC's in my circumference, is confronted son 

Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it 

(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S that done it 

Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it 

 

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Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it 

Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet 

All you high noon riders better rally at the summit 

It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered 

Cross the membrane barkin big game and get hunted 

Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden 

Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin 

Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th 

 

You better get your rest cause the next day comin 

Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin 

Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin 

Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken 

 

Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolve 

Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star 

Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish 

Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless 

 

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Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses 

And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses 

I burst your verses, your words is worthless 

Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose? 

 

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury 

So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me 

But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me 

Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry 

 

We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow 

Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down 

All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown 

Brace yourself, it's about to go down 

 

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound 

(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about 

 

We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget 

We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) 

 

Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen 

And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen 

These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient 

I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner 

Now you niggaz can't make pole position 

Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission 

Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin 

Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven 

 

Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) 

Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme) 

From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time 

I swing from chandeliers and wall climb 

And specialize in warfares of all kind 

A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme 

But half the time, they run it down one of mine 

Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line 

You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined 

 

What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized 

Melt down all of your artificial lies 

Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5 

Swine like mono and diglyceride 

My vocals got texture, you just texturized 

I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised 

Step into my zone get flown like fly 

By the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die 

 

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard,? uestlove and Malik 

We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat 

Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin 

Me and Dante like 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 shot 

 

We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow 

Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down 

All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown 

Brace yourself, it's about to go down 

 

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound 

(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about 

 

We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget 

We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) 

 

We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow 

Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down 

All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown 

Brace yourself, it's about to go down 

 

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound 

(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about 

 

We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget 

We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) 

 

Say here's a little story that must be told 

About two young brothers who got so much soul 

They takin total control, of the body and brain 

Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane 

It's just two bad brothers who will never quit 

Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th 

They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend 

And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again 

It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat 

The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique 

We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest 

Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse 

Rhymes we say, the perfect blend 

Because we know how to rock when the beat come in 

Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen 

Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen 

Zen zen-zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 

Zen zen, zen zen-zen 

Zen-zen-zen, zen zen zen zen 

Here we go, here we here we here we go 

Zen zen-zen, zen zen zen zen zen 

Zen zen, zen zen-zen 

Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen 

Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break 

Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen 

Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen 

Two years ago, a friend of mine 

Zen zen, zenzen, zen-zen zen-zen 

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