Rhymes and Ammo

The Roots & Talib Kweli - Rap, Philadelphia Rap
Rhymes and Ammo
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Duration: 2:50
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[Intro: Black Thought] '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 Uh, yo [Chorus: Black Thought + Talib Kweli] Ayo, 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! [Verse 1: Black Thought] Ayo, everybody on they jawns Cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes, mowin' lawns Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron Coming to school shootin' up the auditorium Yo, it's 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, they'd probably try to drop me Sike – it's somethin' I can never let myself see Can't see, I'm thoroughbred, nothin' fancy The maker, no matter what the circumstance be It's the principle, pillowcase full of nickels Smack like Ahmir kick do, leave 'em crippled Keep talkin' greasy, I'ma big-lip you Ayo, your man'll get slid with you You and the squad kicking your galoshes I hold the engineer for hostage And spit from a dirty cartridge It's 'L' for whoever try to front on Thought's shit I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment – yo! [Chorus: Black Thought + Talib Kweli] 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! [Verse 2: Black Thought] Aiyyo, countries at war, little kids cry rape Goddammit, the ghetto is a Planet Of The Apes Massive meltdown, bring in the red tape The cinderblock shoes at the bottom of the lake I'm from the city of sin, the state of the art Use a notebook and the pen for making a mark I love the game, Clubber Lang, hit 'em with the gutter slang Y'all brothers insane, but I'm another thang The track bang like your baby mother, very horny To put it to y'all chumps – you so corny My name, Black Thought – the one person army All the intellectuals and the thugs adore me My lyrical range from complex to strange It's wrecking your brain when the rhyme checks the chain Hip-Hop fiends tapping they arm to catch a vein MC's scared to death, wishing I never came [Chorus: Black Thought + Talib Kweli] Ayo, 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! [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yo – Kweli, sittin' back in the cut like Res In a custom piece, call me fantastic like I cut the grease Barracuda, smoother than Kahlua, sippin' Amarula I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals Instrumental to the development of these niggas' mentals Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental You're fundamentally flawed, philosophical bores Disturbed like the 8th floor of your hospital ward You've GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar (Yes) Muslims praise Allah, Christians pray to God Rastas, they say "Jah!" (Rasta–fari!) Divine the way the rhyme hit the pallet like fine wine That make you say, "Ahhh..." Guess who's back? The game needed improvement Can't spit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid! I'm a shark in the water with the constant movement Influenced by music since a truant, yo This is how we do it – yo: [Chorus: Black Thought + Talib Kweli] 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! Ayo, 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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Credits
- Writers
- Black Thought
- Talib Kweli
- Dice Raw
- ?uestlove
- Kamal Gray
- Leonard “Hub” Hubbard