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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Roots
The Roots
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brent Reynolds
Brent Reynolds
Komponist:in
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Komponist:in
Karl Jenkins
Karl Jenkins
Komponist:in
Pedro Zayas
Pedro Zayas
Komponist:in
Charles Patierno
Charles Patierno
Komponist:in
Barney McKenna
Barney McKenna
Komponist:in
Vincent Davis
Vincent Davis
Komponist:in
Joel Roper
Joel Roper
Komponist:in
Chuck Rio
Chuck Rio
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Roots
The Roots
Produzent:in
Brent Reynolds
Brent Reynolds
Produzent:in
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Steve Mandel
Steve Mandel
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mischtechniker:in
Tim Sturges
Tim Sturges
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, my squad half mandrill, half Mandela
My band 'bout seventy strong, just like Fella
Yeah, part Melly Mel, part Van Halen
And we represent Illadel, where they still rebelling
Hey yo, sicko show like Mike Moore's
My city ain't nothing like yours
Slipping into darkness like war
Night crawl with the lights off
You see a lot of life loss for the white horse
Regardless, the charges making us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Hey, who got the politicians in they back pocket?
Pimp slap, pump that, gimme that profit
When you make contact, gimme that gossip
If you break contract, you be that hostage
They getting busy in the city that's raw
Better deadbolt the door, it ain't safe no more
[Verse 2]
Southside (Get busy, y'all)
Northside (Get busy, y'all)
Westside (Get busy, y'all)
Worldwide (Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
[Verse 3]
Approach with caution
Be cautious when talking to bosses
I feel I've been through a metamorphosis
I'm mutated by unknown forces
The feeling of course is something that's hard to describe
I'm half dead and never felt more alive
Reborn, removed the gold coins from my eyes
I've been down, but now I'm back up
I'm 'bout to act up, boy, you better back up
And when you see me set up shop, know to pack up
I crack up when a rapper gets slapped up
Number one reason y'all should give rap up
Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up
I'm kinda like WEB Dubois
Meets Heavy D and the boys, smooth as a Rolls Royce
Built like a tank, smoking on dank
Walking through the Guggenheim, Raw Life Black Ink
[Verse 4]
Southside (Get busy, y'all)
Northside (Get busy, y'all)
Westside (Get busy, y'all)
Worldwide (Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
[Verse 5]
Now on your mark, uh huh
Get set, go cop everything you ever heard 'bout P Crakk
Dice Raw and Black
Fuck the internet, buy a baseball bat, break a bootlegger leg
All I listen to is vets, you fresh off the step
I come directly at your OG neck
I'm used to the one-two check, not the one-two step
I'm strapped, I'll leave every cat among you wet
Now let's go, you know I'm politically incorrect
At the show I started with a can I get a ho?
And the hoes go retarded, the po po tape off the stage for caution
It's Badlands, north Philly, get it in
It's Crakk man, used to backspin
Now I spend stacks and sacks and
Uncle Sam tryna tax all my hard earned raps, damn
We making yen, pesos, euros, we representing
[Verse 6]
Southside (Get busy, y'all)
Northside (Get busy, y'all)
Westside (Get busy, y'all)
Worldwide (Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
(Get busy, y'all)
Written by: Barney McKenna, Brent Reynolds, Charles Patierno, Chuck Rio, Joel Roper, Karl Jenkins, Pedro Zayas, Tariq Trotter, Vincent Davis
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