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The Roots

Duck Down!

 

Duck Down!

(album: The Tipping Point - 2004)


[Black Thought]
Yea we getting ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game is locked we down to the eight ball
The time is now, it ain't nothing to wait for
I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature
I'm somthing like a threat to y'all space cadets
'Cause you never met brother nothing like me yet
So push another slice into your toast and tighten your vests
Cause it's a warrior you seeing here tonight in the flesh
I give you somthing high voltage double dosage
Running with these vultures giving me ulcers
Which one of these hustlers bringing the thunder
Re-gees (refugees?) not another man taking us under
Nigga please which Philly cat doing his own thing
Might say black my give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lips singing like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man army move in on your squadron
You sitting still you know you a target
You heard you better duck down!

[Black Thought]
Yea we getting set to get rid of y'all that's what it's heading for
The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ?ball?
I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore
I'm creating a circumstance that you a victim of
The rebel or the renegade out on the quest
The super black man running wit a S on his chest
And stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress
You think it's sweet trying to eat, you ain't taste this yet
So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness
Thoughts cold and heartless making me nauseous
Getting more remorses for what I done
If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run
You see the liberty is free but just for some
How you a gangster and you scared to bust your gun
For the call, trust your fam' and trust nobody at all
Seeing brothers getting struck down
You better duck down!

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