I Don't Care Lyrics - The Tipping Point - The Roots

[Chorus: sung 2X] 

I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin 

The drumline bangin away 

Make one move and I'll blow you away 

One false move and I'll blow you away 

[Black Thought] 

Yo - I don't really know but somebody said 

that the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head 

And the po-lice know that the green black and red 

too strong to con-trol, they study what I said 

Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic 

I'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hate 

I couldn't care less what you feel what you say 

Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER! 

You know I'm certified sick 

I came from the corner where nobody got shit 

Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit 

Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit 

Been a long time comin, I was caught in the scramble 

of cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man do 

Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble 

"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example 

[Chorus] 

[Black Thought] 

Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground up 

You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us 

You in a hot area for marchin powder 

If you holdin chowder, just walk without it 

Them real crook brothers don't talk about it 

They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid 

I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem 

They made a lot of money, they money never made them 

The game of survival is filled with rivals 

Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spirals 

The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral 

Could be greed and gluttony bubblin inside you 

Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you 

Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you 

And have you up in somethin that dont' really involve you 

But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know 

[Chorus] 

[Black Thought] 

Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the game 

Lookin sweeter than a bassline bumpin 

Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin 

Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin 

It ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttin 

They shut shit down before the law start shuttin 

Get your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxed 

And wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhaps 

It's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic 

For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit 

Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it 

But move to the music he can live through the record 

I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer 

It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer 

by the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeah 

If not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real 

[Chorus - 2X] 

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