Quills (Explicit) - The Roots/Tracey Moore

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)

Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo soul shock yo)

(Give it everything you got yo)

(Once again it's time it's time)

Yo piss in the staircase blood on the pavement

I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages

Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers

Villains and wranglers fifth still in the chamber

Sh*t I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta

Pull out

Rageous arms from the floor of the basement

Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger

I'm Larry Davis duckin' helicopter

Hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language

What we spit will leave your sh*t in utter amazement

I'm hot brolic call it contagious

The sh*t the Roots started got these

Other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest the rhythm is anguish

Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages

Is something in the iris and the way I spit

That tell these other crab rappers I ain't fo' no sh*t

Black traumatic so there you have it

My battin' average abort full of

Graphic assault it's all classic

Thought put a**-backwards rappers in a small package

Experience is all that is I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage

The technique in your reach if only you could have it

For me it's automatic it's na-tu-ral I'm mad thoro

Poet for hired pack metal

You feel me

Yo the load heavy

We walk around a little edgy all ready and steady

Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry it figures

Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine

Cryin' hard times disadvantegeous man listen

The story in the ghetto the same

Seem like it's just some things that never will change

Give birth to a style and won't give it a name

Talk about consciousness it's a different thing

Envision again the honorable 'Riq general Hannibal speak

The understandable diabolique animal style

Out of your dreams kid you proud that you seen this

Fifth supreme linguist a lyrical genious

Inject you with the broke down english

The most freshest and cleanest three G's

Guess what the fame is

Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish

Don't act shaky and squeamish

If you real make me believe it ni**a

Yo the rebel Che Guevara

You felt another date you better

Don't copped off create it just save your cheddar

I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta

Sippin' an ice cold Beck huffin' the tenth letter

Driftin' shots lickin while the plot thickens

Sands in the hourglass thinnin' the last inning

The flash and the cash and the fast women

It's nothing a lust for the crabs keep the passion and

Blaow kissin' my tablet with firing pins

Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen

MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again

Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been

Thought known as the cure for cancer

Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther

Man to man hammer cocked block and standoff

Bang gunfire slang up in the dance hall

Yo I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb

Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon

Thing about my music is it ain't sh*t like y'all

Thought dislike a 28-inch python

You know what I'm saying

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin