- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lionel Bart
- Acker Bilk
- Jimmy Gray
- Tarik Collins
- Kenyatta Saunders
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
The Roots - Concerto of the Desperado lyrics
The Concerto of the Desperado
 R-double-O-T-S check the flow
 If you know like I know then you know the motto
 That's all the fake shit got to go
 In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
 My poetry is set like a U.F.O
 The maestro, the lyricist concerto
 My physical play the role of a vessel
 The level of my lyrics law manifesto
 My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
 Of a gorilla stronger than Samson
 Without vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to just
 Stimulate you like the best sensimilla
 The half life the Philladellpophila proceed
 Hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe
 Reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper
 Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
 Unorthodox, Hip-Hop, minister
 Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter
 You lose your balance when the sound hits ya
 So check for the, fifth militia
 A poet's under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
 Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister
 I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
 And take advantage of ya because you amateur
 Styles gunning down your sound man and manager
 What this how we do it in the year for nine-six
 With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
 Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell your squadron
 It's time to go to war, respond react
 The concerto, of the desperado
 R-double-O-T-S check the flow
 If you know like I know then you know the motto
 And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
 The concerto, of the desperadoThe Roots - Concerto of the Desperado - http://motolyrics.com/the-roots/concerto-of-the-desperado-lyrics.html
 R-double-O-T-S check the flow
 If you know like I know then you know the motto
 And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
 The implorer, the universe explorer
 Treat M C's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
 Leavin' these niggaz open like a box of Pandora
 With styles that's newer than the world order
 Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya
 Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
 The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
 Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
 It's ill as a war and within' it I'm the lieutenant
 That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
 You fold like Japan's futons and fans
 While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
 I crush a mountain into grands of sand
 Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
 The desperado, that refuse to follow
 The fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato
 I deep like the dark of the night
 Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
 They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's plain
 I'd rather ultra magnetize your brain
 It's the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
 Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' nothin' for us
 As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your squadron
 It's time to go to war respond react
 The concerto, of the desperado
 R-double-O-T-S check the flow
 If you know like I know then you know the motto
 And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
 It's the concerto, of the desperado
 R-double-O-T-S check the flow
 If you know like I know then you know the motto
 And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go














