THE ROOTS - Distortion To Static lyrics

Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me

That's the way it is, when ya gotta be

Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need

Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada

Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up

I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe

Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit

Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick

I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix

(It's Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix

Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y

Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer

With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice

then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic

Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles

of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five

Foot seven, inches in height

My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights

Ridin in, like lightning

Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently

I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements

Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter

that's makin tracks fatter, revolve around

Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with bass

Then distort up in your face like mace

Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines

I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine

As I, rocks from under blunderin I'm not, lyrically

Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real

It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly

Money makin move fakin I isn't

Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite

Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin what is it

Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night

(Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)

Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin, my part of the song

It's goin, it's goin, it's gone

Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary

Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries

Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple

People, there's no equal, or no sequel

SO policies, of equalities, get abolished

Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin polished

Urges of splurge and words will just be merged

Together, damn it's quite clever, however

You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin like

These, troops, who be's, Roots

Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture

Approach ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra

I make MC's dangle like a bangle

Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles

under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle

Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango

To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure

Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure

Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex

Now you wonder what's next...