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The Roots

Genres: Hip-Hop

Rhymes And Ammo Lyrics - The Roots

'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo 

For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' 

and I can assault, tryin'a take my position 

Stop wishin', and sit yourself back and listen to 

 

A'yo, 'cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo 

For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' 

and I can assault, tryin'a take my position 

Stop wishin', and sit your ass back 

 

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

 

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When I say stand up, y'all say get up 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

 

When I say rise up, y'all say now 

Rise up 

(Now) 

Rise up 

(Now) 

 

When I say lick a shot, say blaow 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

 

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A'yo everybody on they jawns, cartoons is hardcore porn 

It ain't no afterschool paper routes and movin' lawns 

Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron 

Coming to school shootin' up the auditorium 

 

Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV 

The least of y'all worries should be thought's CD 

The chairman of the board coppin' twice weekly 

They done caught the minister with a pork BLT 

 

If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me 

Psyhce, its somethin' I can never let myself see 

Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin' fancy 

The maker, no matter what the circumstance be 

 

Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel 

Smacked like I'm, leave him crippled 

Keep talkin' greasey, I'm a big lip you 

A'yo your man'll can get slid with you 

 

You and the squad takin' to galoshes 

I hold the engineer for hostage and spit from a dirty cartridge 

Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit 

I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment 

 

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

 

When I say stand up, y'all say get up 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

 

When I say rise up, y'all say now 

Rise up 

(Now) 

Rise up 

(Now) 

 

When I say lick a shot, say blaow 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

 

A'yo I'm dancin' on the edge of insanity 

And rhymin' like its the end of humanity 

Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me 

Turn around and tell girls we like family 

 

What up with all that, jokin', and collamity 

Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin' me 

But they don't know, I got somethin' for them 

But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that 

 

I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more 

Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy 

They claimin' they sell but I'm still the old boss 

Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor 

 

But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw 

You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all 

Watchin' different artists rise and fall 

Mother fuckers jumpin' ship like we came to rob at y'all 

 

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

 

When I say stand up, y'all say get up 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

 

When I say rise up, y'all say now 

Rise up 

(Now) 

Rise up 

(Now) 

 

When I say lick a shot, say blaow 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

 

Kweli, sittin' back in the cut like Reese 

In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease 

Baracudas movin' and canoein sippin' amaretto 

I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals 

 

Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals 

Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental 

Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored 

Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward 

 

You've got to appoint niggas to raise the bar 

Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God, Rastas, they say Jah 

They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine 

And make you say ah, guess who's back? 

 

The game needed improvement 

Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid 

I'm a shark in the water with constant movement 

Influenced by music since a truant yo, this is how we do it yo 

 

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

 

When I say stand up, y'all say get up 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

 

When I say rise up, y'all say now 

Rise up 

(Now) 

Rise up 

(Now) 

 

When I say lick a shot, say blaow 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

 

A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

Pump that 

(Shit up) 

 

When I say stand up, y'all say get up 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

Stand up 

(Get Up) 

 

When I say rise up, y'all say now 

Rise up 

(Now) 

Rise up 

(Now) 

 

When I say lick a shot, say blaow 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

Lick a shot 

(Blaow) 

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