The Roots – Web 20/20 Lyrics

Produced By: Questlove
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[Verse 1 - Truck North]
Jam boy magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick DastardHalf smooth criminal and half straight bastardNo mask when your flag get captured
First class, take you to the rap hereafter
Gone in a flash and yet, he gets faster
Sick when he hits the mic like MixmasterThis the Battle of Troy with no pastorSlicker than a can of oil with no castor
Chill in the front of the flight, outclass them
Bring your favorite rapper to fight, I'll trash him
Then I'll leave in a timely fashion
Emcees get the tiny rations
Your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer
You got a death wish? Well it's finally answered, prick

[Verse 2 - Black Thought]
Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic
Rap catalogue consists of all classics
Blackness, tell your bitch to fall backwards
Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access
Killing tracks like this, we call practice
Any bullshit y'all twist, we call backwards
Jam boy sharp as a tack, we all cactusWaiting on a big payback with no taxes
So if you follow the game, you might catch this
Act like an activist; you know, activeNigga like me just has to spit acidSucker like you just has to get blasted
Ashes to ashes, Frazier to CassiusNo homo, y'all some pains in the asses
Get turned to toast like raising your glasses
When I'm on stage, girls swing from the rafters
Often nasty like Monster Mashing
Y'all know the voice is tight, hoarse and raspy
Can't place the face, kind of hard to catch me
Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby
Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby
Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me
I'm low-key, kind of anti-flashy
Then I'm OG up in a black tie classy

Sun Tzu to Sun Ra, Gargamel, Mumm-Ra
Son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun flyShould call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot
It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 215

Straight calling niggas out like the umpireAny chump tryna front, word 'em up

[Verse 3 - Peedi Peedi]
Jam boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy, you get busy too?
Then get with me too, we'll get busy, dig me?
Smooth Remy, tool skinny but hold plenty
.22 long contact, New Bentley
No miles yet
, curve backs and cruise and he
Bring it back when you through with it, roger that
Grip tenny,French manies in Vic' panties
Lips candy
, dick hard as a fifth of brandyHop in it for 5 minutes, then I'm finished'Cause pussy is pleasure, but I'm attending my business
Retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing
And reappearing,
German engineering this McLaren
Hot jacuzzis, watching movies, Glock and uzis
Shots of Louis, busting cuties popping jeweriesOoh ooh, Ultramag' MC in a M3
Whole body tatted straight up out a NP

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