Da Jawn

Lyrics

[Intro: Nou in French] [Hook: The Roots] It's da jawn! [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, it go on and on, on and on and on The beat don't stop 'til the break of ya spine When I'm takin' ya mind to the next level Lyrically, my specimen is hard for you to see or examine Now, dig it! I contaminate the 2-inch tape Sensimilla in my PA state stimulates the M-I-C ministry Enemies who enter my chemistry can't cope (What?) I'm dope like crack, what I wrote broke ya back So bust the cerebral attack – Bahamadia, where ya at?! When we're comin' live from the area 2-1-5 The land of the master plan, where the brothers scam and connive Well, it's the contraband clan, I'm hailin' from the brotherly land I stand sharp, it started or began at the park Expanded years and grew into careers Competition, whut?! Fuck 'em! I cut 'em like shears It's the un-rehabilitatable or frustratable I gotta get mine, and that's non-negotiatable So.. put me on like Donna Karan, and c'mon, uh! [Hook: The Roots] It's da jawn! [Verse 2: Bahamadia] When I present my raps on the tracks, kids be like, "Who dat?" Sugar be gettin' horror with the foreign for-a-mat The competition better be easin' back Like recedin' hairlines on they pops when I drops Dialect perfected with two lines connected Pump life into my records like a CPR-uh method Funk provides my rhymes with amounts of pressin' Injected like morphine in each lines Darin' they jeans to come off like silk screen or tank-tops I rank top-notch and make black vinyl turn butterscotch in coloration For my creation's captivatin' on sea-level My Roots stays realer than E-Double's It's da jawn [Hook: The Roots] It's da jawn! [Verse 3: Malik B] Your style is like that of the La Costa Nostra In between my pelvic and my belt, at times, a holster Most of y'all niggas with ya legislation Revoke ya recitation and continue with my recitation Fuck other opinions in my dominion The throne won as a king from Illadelph, I'm not Virginian Icons — I will just strangle just like a python You lust this shit, I leave ya desolate like Saigon M-to-the-Ill, I show the skill If your girl cooch stinks, she needs to douche a Massengill A rebel with the treble like my man Bobby Seale Or like Da Youngstas and Gang Starr, I got the Mass Appeal I spill words when ill blurs, still slurge What's up to P.R. Star, Snuka and Emerge Come up to the surface, then once you get submerged To go below because my flow got the urge Now, we can talk with tones or spark with the guns However you want it, Allah protects me when confronted In duck season, with all these quacks that get hunted If ya ass was a field goal, well, then I'd punt it I drop topics all on your optics Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam, waseela The Prophet's Here's a Bobbitt, but not Loren', you feel the pain still From 68th Ave. to West Oak Lane, Phills With Cosmic Kev, and Ran, that's my man Styles, I got 7, M' pee-pees ya van, damn [Van Damme] My lyric quota will cause disorder across the water And all the borders, even up in Minnesota Since The Roots put me on, I Remain Calm but stand strong From 2-1-5.. [Hook: The Roots] It's da jawn! It's da jawn! [Outro: Nou, mostly in French] Bahamadia... representin' lovely... Gang Starr... P-P-Premier! Dice Raw... B.T.... Roots band... just right... Malik B... Brother ?uestion... Illadelph and Africa... Peace